When the Sun Gets in your Blood

These are the vignettes
 These are the spaces
 These are the moons
 Of our creation
 When the sun gets in your blood
 When the sun gets in your blood
 To be a spaceship
 And make that turn
 To the only home
 For which we yearn
 When the sun gets in your blood
 When the sun gets in your blood
 You lick the salt back
 And taste the sound
 Breathe the air
 Until you drown
 When the sun gets in your blood
 When the sun gets in your blood
 A tiny earthquake
 That cracks the drive
 Through which a flower
 Will some day rise
 When the sun gets in your blood
 When the sun gets in your blood
 When the sand in the hourglass has turned to mud
 Then people everywhere will seek out all your love
 There's no depression
 But symptoms rise
 A Sunday drifter
 With asphalt eyes
 When the sun gets in your blood
 When the sun gets in your blood
 Glued to wheels
 And how they turn
 Worn to fossils
 With fuel to burn
 When the sun gets in your blood
 When the sand in the hourglass has turn to mud
 Then people everywhere will seek out all your love
 Clouds make windows
 That frame the sky
 Brushed with paint
 And hung to dry
 When the sun gets in your blood
 The price is set
 And the market holds
 No masterpiece
 Unless it's sold
 When the sun gets in your blood
 Wide the redwing
 And stub the toe
 To find the gravel
 We used to know
 When the sun gets in your blood
 Long to winward
 On feather luck
 I love you bird
 Come and pick me up
 When the sun gets in your blood
 When the sun gets in your blood
 When the sun gets in your blood
 When the sand and the hourglass turn to mud
 Then people everywhere will seek out all your love
 When the sun gets in your blood
 When the sand and the hourglass turn to mud
 Then people everywhere will seek out all your love
 People everywhere will seek out all your love