Fly To The Sun

You wake up fully clothed Wipe the blood from your nose You turn around and ignore the note That was left for you six weeks for ago It ain't the poem or lullaby These are the kind of words that made the sky cry Fly to the sun, go on There's nothing gonna burn you now Straight to the sun, go on There's nothing gonna burn you now No, there's nothing gonna burn you now You never really came to terms With the scars it leaves and the way things burn Love can be cruel, love can be kind All you need is another shot It ain't the poem or lullaby These are the kind of words that made the sky cry Fly to the sun, go on There's nothing gonna hurt you now Straight to the sun, go on There's nothing gonna burn you now No, there's nothing gonna burn you now No, there's nothing gonna burn you now No, there's nothing gonna burn you now