bush
distant voices
i never thought i'd get away :: cos all there is fading fast today :: maybe you sleep well in your head :: bring on the night let the cold moon burn instead :: cos i'm gonna find my way :: to the sun :: if i destroy myself :: swallowing habits die real hard :: and the coat she wore could not conceal the scars :: beneath the magic of her lace :: are a thousand lonely faces she can't place :: cos i'm gonna find my way to the sun :: if i destroy myself :: i can shine on :: i'm gonna find my way to the sun :: when i destroy myself :: i can shine on :: shine :: sooner or later masturbate or lose :: stationary west way running from the view :: in true the self destructive veins :: we have found a way to keep the gifts that maims :: cause i'm gonna find my way to the sun :: if i destroy myself i can move on :: i'm gonna find my way to the sun :: if i destroy myself i can shine on :: shine :: i'm gonna find my way to the sun :: if i destroy myself i can shine on :: shine.