From the recording Into The Blue
Jim Pellinger-vocals, guitars, bass, keys, percussion, drum programming.
Lyrics
Well I swallowed the sun but it wasn't that hot
Made me thirsty and I drank a lot
Wrapped myself up in a plastic box
And I showed up at your door
But I couldn't find the second verse
So I flew all around the universe
Hit the gas, caught up with the words
And I wrestled them to the floor
You stole my songs, you stole my songs
You stole my songs
Well I must admit, it's strange but true
But I've dodged other bullets like you
Out drew almost everyone
Then I shot myself with my own gun
Dug out the bullet with a feather
I'm afraid it's stuck there forever
Looked out the window to check out the weather
I saw you and the sun
You were the brighter one
You stole my songs, you stole my songs
You stole my songs
Well she says she's going to New York City
Like that town needs another pretty girl
Like a thief with no resistance
She's lethal from any distance
You stole my songs, you stole my songs
You stole my songs
You stole my songs, you stole my songs
You stole my songs