Face Towards The Sun
The Maine
After I'm gone, your earth will be free to live out
Its miserable span of existence
As one of my satellites
And that's how it's going to be
When the call came down
Well my tears fell out under the midday Sun
And I just hope you felt no pain at all
Dressed in your best
One last deep breath
As you turn towards the Sun
I remember that
Empty chapel and the sound of Barbara Ann
It just goes to show (goes to show)
There's no sense at all
In making plans
'Cause God don't care about our plans
Yeah, in the end time will find us all
Dressed in our best
One last deep breath
As we turn towards the Sun
Towards the Sun
Towards the Sun
(Take it out, take it out, take it out)
Towards the Sun
(Take it out, take it out, take it out)
Everything is exactly as it should be
Exactly as it should be
Everything is exactly as it should be
Exactly as it should be
Everything is exactly as it should be
Exactly as it should be
Everything is exactly as it should be
Yeah, I just hope you felt no pain at all
No pain at all
I just hope you felt no pain at all
No pain at all
As you turn towards the Sun
Towards the Sun
Towards the Sun
Towards the Sun
Towards the Sun