Days In the Sun - Sharpe Family Singers

And so I woke to the, the sun on the window of my car And I said, I woke to the winter on my window See I miss you most when the sunlight filters Across these empty sheets Days in the sun, the winter cold on your cheeks But see 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 streets I've been singing to my mother, singing to the seas See I've been singing to my father, singing to the trees Singing to the things that help us breathe Days in the sun Are all, these days are all, all, always, they are always The best with you And so I woke to the, the sun on the window of my car And I said, 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, and Ben Howard on repeat But see 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 streets I've been singing to my mother, singing to the seas See I've been singing to my father, singing to the trees Singing to the things that help us breathe Days in the sun Are all, these days are all, all, always, they are always The best with you The best with you The best with you

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno, but It was my wedding day It was our wedding day We were getting ready And there wasn't a cloud in the sky No clouds allowed in the sky Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin Thunder You're telling the story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on Bruno says, "It looks like rain" Why did he tell us? In doing so, he floods my brain Abuela, get the umbrellas Married in a hurricane What a joyous day, but anyway We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling sand It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand? Seven-foot frame, rats along his back When he calls your name, it all fades to black Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey) We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no (we don't talk about Bruno) We don't talk about Bruno (we don't talk about Bruno) He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no) He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no) He said that all my hair would disappear, now, look at my head (no, no) Hey! Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read He told me that the life of my dreams Would be promised, and someday be mine He told me that my power would grow Like the grapes that thrive on the vine Óye, Mariano's on his way He told me that the man of my dreams Would be just out of reach Betrothed to another It's like I hear him, now Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you It's like I can hear him now, I can hear him now Oh, Bruno Yeah, about that Bruno I really need to know about Bruno Give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno Isabella, your boyfriend's here Time for dinner A seven-foot frame, rats along his back It was my wedding day It was our wedding day We were getting ready And there wasn't a cloud in the sky No clouds allowed in the sky Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin Thunder You're telling the story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on Bruno says, "It looks like rain" Why did he tell us? In doing so, he floods my brain Abuela, get the umbrellas Married in a hurricane What a joyous day, but anyway He's here Don't talk about Bruno Why did I talk about Bruno? Not a word about Bruno I never should have brought up Bruno