Sunshine - Matt Costa

Sunshine

I’d really like to tell you

Oh my sunshine

Even though your skies are blue

You’re drying up my bed

How can I get any rest now?

Sha la la la la la la la

Someday

You will get the best of me

Oh someday

Probably when I’m old and grey

I’m lying in my bed

And I will soon be put to rest now

Sha la la la la la la la

Sunshine

I’d really like to tell you

Oh my sunshine

Even though your skies are blue

You’re drying up my bed

How can I get any rest now?

Sha la la la la la la la

Someday

You will get the best of me

Oh someday

Probably when I’m old and grey

I’m lying in my bed

And I will soon be put to rest now

I’m lying in my bed

And I will soon be put to rest now (Ooh ooh)

And I will soon be put to rest now (Ooh ooh)

Sha la la la la la la la