Stare At The Sun

In the back of the taxi you turned off the TV And read me a book on your phone Here's the return of your skeleton key Oh baby, the places we've gone If that was goodbye then I must be high You know I'll be seeing you soon If that was goodbye then the snow in July Is handed in the middle of June 'Cause when I'm with you, everything's treasure I forget what it's like to be gone I'm far from the town, in the suburbs of your pleasure I've been in exile so long I'll try not to stare at the sun, oh, I'll try not to stare at the sun I'll try not to stare at the sun