Sunny days wingfull
Like milkshakes from the diner girl
Indication of something little more bright
Clouds I have a fungus for
Showing of a common storm
It's electricity in our sky
Tonight, tonight

And icing on the cake is such a saturated type of love
Cover for a something a little far apart
And her lipstick on your skin it indicates I'm falling in
And if only they made makeup for my heart, my heart

And roll on into second wave but tall-ions
Cause I never saw it coming the ambushes militia
Of battles of love in my living room for you

Sounded like a spelling bee
A honey comb of empathy
A twist and turn rather burn just like Joan of Arc
Black and white prison stripes
I wear them like my badge of pride
Chained to you from my outside the inside of my light

And roll on into second wave but tall-ions
Cause I never saw it coming the ambushes militia
Of battles of love in my living room for you

Where are my marshals
So I can bounce on back to you
Cause the good kinda cool
You're the good kinda fool
I'm used to you

Sunny days are wingfull
Like milkshakes from the diner girl