Mr. Sun - Tomorrows Tulips

Slow down

And think about it

Telephone doesn’t answer itself

Strung out on liquidations

It’s spread across the celebrations instead

Of eating fruit at home

Confess the rest and let it be shown

Lost an in to try alone

??

to find happiness after all

Mr. Sun, what’s become of your sunglasses?

Sunglasses, you found at some store

Week after week, I only just come to civilize (?)

Rationalties (?) dressed up in the skies

Mr. sun, where did you go?

I liked to know, you dissed everyone

A complex of ???

Are only just, in my dreams

Where you can’t ever catch a cold or ???

life

Mr. Sun, what have you done?

With optimism and fruits of vitality

Casually connect

Wait doctor, I think I haven’t caught it yet

But I know that I will, because I heard people die alone

I must address the press

So leverage’s hand has become a mess

You’re too fat, you’re too thin

You look sorta like him in the movies