Tom Scott - El Sol Reprise lyrics

The Sun Ball of cancer and light Chipped tooth smile In a winters ocean The Sun Burning down to the filter Between the yellow fingers of the city The Sun A two dollar coin Falling from heaven Rolling through mean street gutters Laughing The Sun Fading like a memory Of a drunken kiss As night floods the sky And the streets scream alive The Sun Dressed in rags and bad luck Talking of former glory After one two many beers The Sun Jilted lover flashing A gold tooth smile In a cloudless sky