Milo Winter, Tunetailor - Give Me the Sun Lyrics

Hide out, shake up, city’s on lockdown
Tune in, stake out, leave before I’m found
I’ll call on you as soon as I can
I won’t tell you the master plan

Give me the sun
Give me the last of your money
I’m on the run
And I don’t need none of your
Funny business, your forgiveness
I don’t care what you think of me
I’ll head for the sun
So give me the last of your money

Close-shave haircut, see-through ghost town
It’s moving too slow, so I need a new playground
I’m running just as fast as I can
I don’t expect that you’ll understand

Give me the sun
Give me the last of your money
I’m on the run
And I don’t need none of your
Funny business, your forgiveness
I don’t care what you think of me
I’ll head for the sun
So give me the last of your money