SUNSHINE
H. SANTISTEBAN - P. FERNANDES
I USE TO BE UNKIND
AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHY
IT’S NOTHING I CAN HIDE
BUT SOMETHING I CAN’T END GUY
I PUT ON THE BLAME
AS LIFE IS BEING THE SAME
JUST A WINDOW AND A DOOR
I HAVE SEEN NOTHING MORE
HERE IN THIS JAIL I WRITE SONGS,
DREAM OF SKULLS, THINK OF BOMBS
IN THIS CUBBY SO SMALL
JUST MY VOICE I HEAR AT ALL
I DIDN’T ASK FOR LOOSING
I’VE GOT TO STAND THE PAIN
SO MANY YEARS STILL MISSING
FOR A FULL LIFE IN VAIN
ALL MY PLAINS AND ALL MY CHANCES
NOW ARE GONE I CAN’T GO ON
IN THIS DIRTY AND TIGHT PRISON
I WASTE MY TIME WITH NO REASON
DO I HAVE TO KEEP ON TALKING TO MYSELF
TILL I CAN’T GO ON ?
OR MUST I WAIT FOR EVERY MORNING,
LOOK AT THE WINDOW JUST TO SEE THE...
SUNSHINE, SUNSHINE, SUNSHINE......
