Bush - 40 Miles From The Sun

there is no where left to hide
there is nothing to be done
no people to eb saved
no pets we've never named

40 miles from the sun

as darkness craves the mind
come un-done without our pride
no time on earth to come
all the pleasures just begun

40 miles from the sun

in our coats beneath the layers
wash my skin of all the hate
we should sleep late
everything just kind of grates

40 miles from the sun

like i need to lose to make it right
i'll confront the stars tonight
i will babble i will bite
you'll never know how much you shine

40 miles from the sun