Sun
Claude Vallois, Denis Desrouvres, Richard Sanderson
Sun, that's how I call her
'Cause we met in summerland
Sun, that's why I loved her
'Cause I came from the night
Sun made me tender
Covered my life
In the way
That I needed so bad
Just a sun
In the horizon
With a strange
Shiny look in her eyes
Sun, she's like a fountain
Where I dream and make love
And the light over her shoulders
Makes me think nothing is real
Sun made me tender
Covered my life
In the way
That I needed so bad
But one day
Sun changed direction
And she left me
Alone in the shade