Bush: 40 miles from the sun

There is nowhere left to hide 

There is nothing to be done 

No people to be saved 

No pets we've never names 

40 miles from the sun 

As darkness craves the mind 

We come undone without our pride 

No time on the earth to come 

All the pleasures just begun 

40 miles from the sun 

In our coats beneath the layers 

Wash my skin of all the hate 

We should sleep late 

Everything just kind of grates 

40 miles from the sun 

40 miles from the sun 

40 miles from the sun 

I need to lose to make it right 

I'll confront the stars tonight 

I will babble I will bite 

You will never know how much you shine 

40 miles from the sun 

40 miles from the sun 

40 miles from the sun