“Superstition Sunrise” by Steven Watson

SUPERSTITION SUNRISE

 

Superstition sunrise

I see the sunlight in your eyes

Indian cycle between your thighs

Superstition sunrise

I feel the wind blow from the west

Crystal locket between your breasts

Superstition sunrise, ride desert lows

Superstition sunrise, breathe desert highs

 

Superstition sunrise

I hear the heartache in your lies

Leather jacket with silver ties

Superstition sunrise

I sense the wandering in your soul

Another roadblock takes its toll

Superstition sunrise, ride desert highs

Superstition sunrise, breathe desert lows

 

Superstition sunrise

Your sunlight blinds my eyes

Superstition sunrise

Your sunlight shades my cries

 

Superstition sunrise

The fading taillights turn to gold

And this poor biker’s gettin’ old

Superstition sunrise

Your sunlight blinds my eyes

I know that true love always dies

Superstition sunrise, ride desert lows

Superstition sunrise, breathe desert highs

 

Superstition sunrise

Your sunlight blinds my eyes

Superstition sunrise

Your sunlight shades my cries

 

 

“Superstition Sunrise”, © Copyrighted by Steve Watson, All Rights Reserved

 

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