Texty: Sparklehorse. Good Morning Spider. Cruel Sun.

It's crawling
Still all in
Befallen
Cruel sun

In summer
Oh slumber
My number
Is up

There's peaches
In reaches
With leeches
At heart

I'm thinkin'
And I'm blinkin'
And it's stingin'
Mine eyes

Abhorring
He's gorging
Still boring
On me

It's lighter
It's brighter
No fighter
Is I

It's dried up
And tied up
And fried up
Mine eyes

It's crawling
Still all in
Befallen
Cruel sun