Lyrics Ziggy Alberts – Days In The Sun

And so I woke to the, sun on the window of my car
And I say, I woke, to the summer on my window
And I miss you most when the sunlight filters across these empty sheets
Days in the sun, winter cold on your cheeks

Days in the sun
Nights on the street
And am singing to my mother, singing to the seas
Singing to my father, singing to the trees
Singing to the things that help us breathe
Days in the sun
Are always, are always, are always
The best with you

And so I woke to the, sun on the window of my car
And I say I woke, to the winter on my window
And I miss you most when the sunlight
Filters across these empty sheets
Days in the sun, and Ben Howard on repeat
But everything we need love I can feel in my bones
On days like these and days like those

Days in the sun
Nights on the street
And am singing to my mother, singing to the seas
Singing to my father, singing to the trees
Singing to the things that help us breathe
Days in the sun
Nights on the street
And am singing to my mother, singing to the seas
See I’ve been singing to my father, singing to the trees