I reached the sun but the sun burnt my hand
I climbed on a mountain then fell on the land
I sang for a time when the songs were not old

Though no-one has a problem larger than seasons
It’s easy finding reasons
  and when boulders of despair block rivers of ideas
  you’re nearly in tears

But you cannot ever let it find you
Trying to hide – it’ll catch you
Lying still, making plans and getting sunburnt

You wait in one place and stay for too long
The sun’s on your face but you have to move on
You’re going to get sunburnt – going to get sunburnt

You wait in one place - stay for too long
The sun’s on your face but you have to move on
You’re going to get sunburnt

I reached for the sun but the sun burnt my hand
I reached for the sun but the sun burnt my hand
I reached for the sun but the sun burnt my hand
I reached for the sun but the sun burnt my hand

 
[© Soft Bomb 1995, Sunburnt, Flying Nun 1996]

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Last updated 12 July, 2004