Water Gun

He teases the sleepy devil in his pocket

Puts his finger in a buttonhole

But ho ho ho hold on Mr. – here – I – have – control – on

Oh come on come come on

Again you’re so on your own

23 falling leaves but 24th fall of a tree

But come on I mean come come on

I know he has a sun in his mouth licks a crystal tear

When he starts to doubt when he starts to haunt

There’s nothing he can’t talk about

Come on come come on take on my hand

You know how we used to hide his words in the sand

He sleeps on his left side he sleeps just not to slide

He never learnt to fight but he’s damn good when he runs

Wait till he blows up the sun with his water gun

Come on come on you are on your own come on

Boys who land hard and boys who call a God

We can run we can run

Boys who’re afraid to dive boys who know how to smile

We still can run we can run and run and run

Kill the sun kill with your gun and run

Kill the bleeding tree kill the lazy tear

He teases the sleepy devil in his pocket

Puts his finger in a buttonhole

Oh come on come come on

But come on I mean come come on