Sun Shade - Fairport Convention

Dying’s not easy today

Trying, but can’t get away

Feel just the almost touch of her hand

And the trees in her hair

Lies float the sun

She saw only me in the sky

What could be higher than we?

Wind grows cold in the trees

She cries, so hard to please

My restless feet, the rain in the street and her Vanity Fair

Sighs in the eyes of the boarding-house lady who stares

Thinking I care

So it’s a long dusty road

Feelings I shouldn’t have showed

Follow me with a sweet heart

When I’m ready to fade

Lights like these burn so bright

Keep me out of my shade

Wish I could fade

Just see me fade

Just see me fade

Just see me fade

Just see me fade

Just see me fade

See me fade