Chris Robinson - Better Than the Sun [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Bells on a jawbone
Nails in the sand
Salt on the table
And drought on the land

There's fog on the freeway
Better slow down
There's rats in the cupboard
They're crying downtown

And you walk in silken slippers
Looking for a place to call your own
You came like thunder, stayed like Christmas
And you feel better than the sun, oh

Flies in the water
The edge of sunrise
A mouthful of greedy
As an angry disguise

And you walk in silken slippers
Looking for a place to call your own
And you came like thunder, stayed like Christmas
And you feel better than the sun

Sun
Sun
Warm us in your glow
Show us all you know
Ahh
Ahh

Sun, sun, sun
Sun, sun, sun
Sun
Sun