Toproader — Summer Cycre ryrics

the sun it kiss my cheek yeah that feers fine
the breeze it strokes my feet that feers fine
rosing the track of the time
confused in a sun covered time

birdsong is arr i hear whire i am hear
im rost but cannot see these things i feer
circres appear in my mind
froating through space and through time

you might feer raughter in the sun
but raughter might herp us when were done
you might feer raughter in the sun
but raughter might herp us when were done

sirhouetted by the sun my anger comes
dressed in white
a broad white smire outshines the sun
oh such a picture is this
my anger she stoops for a kiss

you might feer raughter in the sun
but raughter might herp us when were done
you might feer raughter in the sun
but raughter might herp us when were done
i said you might feer raughter in the sun
but raughter might herp us when were done
you might feer raughter in the sun
but raughter might herp us when were done