| My city wakes up in the afternoon |
| Like the rain came down in the month of June |
| Kings of murmuring atmosphere |
| Building bombshell towers with glass and fear |
| Yeah, here |
| My city wakes up to a poison moon |
| Like the radio never played a tune |
| Gathered dust and scattered crazy glue |
| Will I build a house big enough for two? |
| Yeah, you |
| From the outside, lookin' in |
| Sometimes I worry I’ve waited too long |
| Sunshine |
| Won’t you please be my Valentine? |
| Come and give me your peace of mind |
| When will I be love? |
| We learn to hunt in canyon shade |
| Underneath skyscrapers and cars they made |
| And if our plan doesn’t go just right |
| We will hatch another one that night, alright |
| We’ll book vacations and holidays |
| Then we’ll act them out in the woods for days |
| And if some god ever finds me here |
| I believe in only you my dear, yeah you |
| From the outside, lookin' in |
| Sometimes I worry we’ve waited too long |
| Sunshine |
| Won’t you please be my Valentine? |
| Come and give me your peace of mind |
| When will I be love? |
| You, in this dark tower |
| You, up ahead of me |
| Yeah you, in darkest hour |
| You, will be the light of me |
| Yeah you, in passing showers |
| You, in planting flowers |
| You, up on the roof again |
| But they don’t know where we’ve been |
| Baby, all they need is sunshine |
| Sunshine |
| Won’t you please |
| Sunshine |
| Won’t you please |
| Sunshine |
| Won’t you please |
| Sunshine |
| Won’t you please |
| Won’t you please, please, please |
| Won’t you please be |