You Are My Sun Songtext
von Mark Kozelek

You are my light
Dark cities, you fill the loss
Of the day
You are my love
Radiant and pretty, over seas
You find ways of bringing hope
The lonely hours, gloom of night
Empty mornings
You are a stem, of wild flowers
Rollin′ hills, 'round the bay
You are a gap
In the meadow, soaring low (so it goes?)
In this way, you are my friend In the shadows, there to bring
When I need
You are the suites
Of the cellos
There to mend, if I bleed
You are a swing
Sleepy porches, the warm light
On my face
You are a charge, of wild horses
You are the sun
Seeping over, spilling out
Over the mountains

Leona, Leona, Leona
Leona, Leona, Leona
Your fingers?...sounding
A gentle wave
Of guitars playing


Leona, Leona, Leona
Leona, Leona, Leona
Does sense of, (stares?)
Light as air
S sound, everywhere

Leona, Leona, Leona