How I Learned to Love the Sun - Duke Special

Pulled my hat down low, hid a dagger in my cloak

Took a shovel and a gun, and a length of rope

By the monster moon I will walk the night

With a hollow heart to scandalize and twist the knife

I turn, turn from the sun

Oh, the feeling, oh, the feeling

I turn, turn from the sun

Oh, the feeling, oh, the feeling

I read the books they wrote, of my wanton deeds

But I’ll block the page with ink and change my history

Til my leper soul, long shrunk and stained

Might crack the door and dare to step outside again

I turn towards the sun

What a feeling, what a feeling

I turn, turn to the sun

What a feeling, what a feeling

It took me 40 years to bear the gaze

Of the old looking glass and not flinch when I saw my face

Now my greatest fear to be exposed

Has become the thing I find I need the most

I learned to love the sun

What a feeling, what a feeling

So I learned to love the sun

What a feeling, what a feeling