Over Your Head

Pretend it’s true, by the virtues of his clue
You’re sure so your best day in for a while
Again last night, apparitions set alight
And then the big rolling tide
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising, oh
You ask him first, precious metals he prefers
It’s ever so brash but surely in style
Save all your words, but the prodding doesn’t hurt
You’ve better things on your mind, like
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising, oh
Pretend it’s true, by the virtues of his clue
It’s not you
Ah… ooh…
Ah… ooh…
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising, oh
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising over my head
Sun rising, oh