Little Sun
Start a flame, some little sun
Backs away for another one
Bend my little ear to it
Stanchioned either side
Bad as I was I didn't know
You come around until you go
Stand out, stared out of your eyes
Back when all I got was fire
It is here and on again
Sad as it was, it wouldn't go
Constant eye up in the yard
Much as it was not my fault
My heart
Writer/s: Tim Crabtree
