The Sun

Palm tree summers Flamingo mothers Incense of every color all the while The fog might miss me But do you think I'm pretty Oh I see you weren't listening never mind So I'm gonna pay my rent And I'm gonna make best friends With the ghost of the silver screen that walks beside me Gold age echo Bones art deco Heat rising to the heavens for miles and miles Angels crying But here we're smiling At least we keep our satellites in style So I'm gonna lay cement And I'm gonna break what's bent And I'll toast to what gasoline that I can buy me Then I'm gonna pay my rent And I'm gonna make best friends With the ghost of the silver screen that walks beside me And we'll take to the sun The sun The sun The sun And we'll take to the sun The sun The sun The sun Ah ah ah Ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah Ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah So I'm gonna pay my rent And I'm gonna make best friends With the ghost of the silver screen that walks beside me