Euclid Buffalo - Controls of the Sun Lyrics

Having Jesus at the Controls of the Sun
Sure ain't no fun
With the devil making the birds shit
We can all still feel
The cold wind at our backs
But I can say
That I guess its part of It
So when's the rain come
So we can dry things out again?
Ringing and singing out like the clouds
Smashing puddles underfoot
And shaking branches
As this whole mess passes by
As the color of the sky
Makes the color of our eyes seem dull
So when's the rain come
So we can dry things out again?
Ringing and singing out like the clouds
Breaking mirrors underfoot
And taking chances
As this whole mess passes by
As the color of the sky
Makes the color of our eyes seem dull
So when's the rain come
So we can dry things out again?
Ringing and singing out like the clouds
Reflections fragment underfoot
Exchanging glances
As this whole mess passes by
The twilight twinkles in your eye
God must've let a starry night scene fall
As this all passes by