Texty: Holy Sons. My Only Warm Coals. Bed Of Nails.

The sun is up and look at me
Head for shade away from view
Ill with just the sight of you
The girls laying out
Have filled me with doubt
They said I am paranoid
It's life I feel I must I hope I don't avoid
Climb to the highest tree around
As the wind sways me out
And dizzy with height
If you'll do anything
To escape the fight
There's so many ways
There's so many days
Keep throwing your stones
And I'll take them like bones

(Thanks to Bruce for these lyrics)