Howard Jones

Go With The Sun

Howard Jones


There's a foul taste in my mouth today 
I'm looking at the world from my fragile bubble 
Turning me inside out, tipping me upside down 
Undermining, suffocating pressure 

I will find my own space to breath 
New life living in me 

Go with the sun... 

Never look back into yesterday 
No pillar of salt in the desert sunshine 
Being the here and now 
And seeing beyond my dreams 
Stimulating, celebrating 

I will find my own space to breath 
New life living in me 

Go with the sun...