Cold Sun from Bat House by Bat House

overhead I see a premonition
the cold sun is making a transition
all the poor little souls that never see the light of day
and the storm rolls in and the birds fly away

it feels like something’s wrong
why don’t you run
the shadow of the sun

yes my darling it comes for you
you know that you want it and it’s made for you
trapped in a basement with nowhere to move
forsake yourself and find your one

the very earth, it has become her shackles
she walks alone with roses and red apples
I can’t bear the thought of what would happen next
if she ignores the beating feeling in her chest

it feels like something’s wrong
why don’t you run
the shadow of the sun

yes my darling it comes for you
you know that you want it and it’s made for you
trapped in a basement with nowhere to move
forsake yourself and find your one

• Rock
• indie
• pop
• psychedelic
• punk
• Boston