Sunlight - Spacey Jane

Maybe that’s how we do it

Fuck

Are you alright?

Oh, thirty percent sunlight

I don’t know what that means

Doesn’t like its feet wet

Keep the pot well-drained

Leaving for the weekend and, oh

Will I see you smiling again?

Growing in sunlight

Happy under my eyes

Love hypochondriacal

Lost, swimming in your head

You come undone when you can’t hold me

I feel the same

Sunlight fills the room up

I open up my eyes

Illuminates my nightmare

She’s gone, I don’t know why