Staring At The Sun Lyrics

She's got you on the run now,
Who's the smoke and gun boy?
Look at what you've done, stop staring at the sun.
She's got you on the run now,
Who's the smoke and gun boy?
Look at what you've done, stop staring at the sun.
The sun, stop staring at the sun.
The sun, the sun, stop staring at the, staring at the sun.
Oh, you better keep your head down low, woah

You got me staring at you,
I wanna do what you do.
I wanna go where you go.
I wanna fly where you flew.
I wanna know what you know,
I wanna know your name.
You're the fortune, you're the fame,
You're the fire, you're the flame.

I got fish in a barrel, you got a shotgun.
Been so cool, I'm on the hot sun.
Beat down on me, the heat's all on me.
I hear "whoop, whoop", but oh, I can't run.
The reason I want that fancy car,
The only reason that I'm at the bar,
The reason I hear the song that I hate
And all of a sudden, I'm dancing hard.

She's got you on the run now,
Who's the smoke and gun boy?
Look at what you've done, stop staring at the sun.
She's got you on the run now,
Who's the smoke and gun boy?
Look at what you've done, stop staring at the sun.
The sun, stop staring at the sun.
The sun, the sun, stop staring at the, staring at the sun.
Oh, you better keep your head down low, woah

You're everything that I want, you're everything that I see
I like the way that you shine, I want you shinin' with me
But everytime I get close, you keep on burning my wings
But it doesn't mean a thing, you're my pleasure, you're my pain

And I keep on lookin' even though it burns
And my whole world revolves around her
She goes off like a revolver
And she got me wrapped around her finger
Shot to the heart, and I'm throwing blame
Throwing shots at the bar to forget her name
Forget the fire, forget the flames
But I keep on saying one thing

You want that house on the hills, you ain't got time for the bills
You got the girl of your dreams, you think she's finally real

She's too hot, oh, can't you see her in your future?
She's got a man and you're a?
You're gone blind, ain't seein' like ya used to
Life is what you choose but I guess it's what you're used to

Oh, you better keep your head down low, woah

She's got you on the run now,
Who's the smoke and gun boy?
Look at what you've done, stop staring at the sun.
She's got you on the run now,
Who's the smoke and gun boy?
Look at what you've done, stop staring at the sun.
The sun, stop staring at the sun.
The sun, the sun, stop staring at the, staring at the sun.
Oh, you better keep your head down low, woah