Is it sunny where you are?
Too much sun isn’t good for the scars
Or so they say
A Woody Allen Flick, a Jeff Buckley song
Hoping for you to ask me what is wrong
Is it sunny where you are?
Does it rain where you are?
It always does here inside this bar
The clinking of glass rhymes with each exchange
Of lonely passers-by collecting lonely trails
How they exercise restraint
About the things they can’t contain
Let’s declare a holiday
…and go home
Is it sunny where you are?
Did I lose the battle so I can win the war?
Sometimes we lack the common sense to depart a scene
Look at me, another blot that you wish to wipe off clean
Is it sunny where you are?
Let’s declare a holiday
…and go home
I just need somebody to stay with me Through the gloom
I just want someone to stay
To stay
To stay…