Chris Robinson Better Than the Sun Lyrics
            Bells on a jawbone
            Nails in the sand
            Salt on the table
            And drought on the land
            Fog on the freeway
            Better slow down
            There's rats in the cupboard
            They are crying downtown
        
            And you walk in silken slippers
            Looking for a place to call your own
            You came like thunder
            Stayed like Christmas
            And you feel better than the sun
        
            Flies in the water
            At the edge of sunrise
            A mouthful of greedy
            As an angry disguise
        
            But you walk in silken slippers
            Looking for a place to call your own
            You came like thunder
            Stayed like Christmas
            And you feel better than the sun
        
            Sun
            Sun
            Warm us in your glow
            Show us all you know
        
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