The Gloating Sun

Tap on your cap There's a whispering breeze in town The trees have found a voice and You're one for fun You're one for fun in the gloating sun And now I'm making it in From out a fireplace on stilts Pay less attention The room said crying's a fate Or whatever word you used to call it I'm up for climb I'm up for climbing the sun And how for us to be so black and happy Before the souls have all been stopped The draining lasts for you still Five jars I'm drinking our fill The tips will sing the Christmas star Our laughing heart --- The Gloating Sun - The Shins