Out With the Sun Lyrics

It was early Sunday morning

On the day that she left with the sun

Left me with my loneliness

My guilty conscience and a gun

I've been staring down these dirty,

Bloody, bruised up walls

I haven't pulled the trigger so

I'll sit and wait for night to fall

We were on the edge of bold

All American dreams

Living for the glory

Simple stitches pulled

Apart at the seams

The house is getting colder

And I think you're really gone

I'll rest my eyes and

Put your records on

It was early Monday evening

On the day that I left with the sun

Torn up with the pavement

There was nowhere left to run

Cancer in the drywall

Moldy roots dead at the seed

Look beneath the floorboards and you'll find

The language of our greed