You smell like rain
On green leaves
Steel blue skies
Hungerin' for clouds

Heaven must die
For one look in your eyes
Children of God
Devils in disguise


Bridge :
And the sun feels cold
When I see you cry
…


Here comes the sun, chasing the rain
I've got little white flowers growing out of my head
Our love has just begun
Here comes the sun, chasing the rain
I've got little white flowers growing out of my head
Our love has just begun


Brown paper bag
Dressed by the sun
The white of your eyes
Is reflecting the fun


Bridge :
And the sun feels cold
When I see you cry

Here comes the sun, chasing the rain
I've got little white flowers growing out of my head
Our love has just begun
Here comes the sun, chasing the rain
I've got little white flowers growing out of my head
Our love has just begun