Pulled my hat down low, hid a dagger in my cloak
Took a shovel and a gun, and a length of rope
By the monster moon I will walk the night
With a hollow heart to scandalize and twist the knife
I turn, turn from the sun
Oh, the feeling, oh, the feeling
I turn, turn from the sun
Oh, the feeling, oh, the feeling
I read the books they wrote, of my wanton deeds
But I'll block the page with ink and change my history
Til my leper soul, long shrunk and stained
Might crack the door and dare to step outside again
I turn towards the sun
What a feeling, what a feeling
I turn, turn to the sun
What a feeling, what a feeling
It took me 40 years to bear the gaze
Of the old looking gla** and not flinch when I saw my face
Now my greatest fear to be exposed
Has become the thing I find I need the most
I learned to love the sun
What a feeling, what a feeling
So I learned to love the sun
What a feeling, what a feeling