Daniel Romano
Who Pulls The Sunlight
It's only figures and signery
And silly points of view
And in a strange way without it all
There still is some for you

Who pulls the sunlight after you?
Who pulls the sunlight, baby?
Who pulls the sunlight after you?
Who?

It doesn't break seed from tenderness
Or heart, or misty eye
I never notice 'til' it's taken shape
And never dare ask why

In the grace of expected time
We let the mystery draw that line
The only question left on my mind is

Who pulls thе sunlight after you?
Who pulls the sunlight, baby?
Who pulls the sunlight aftеr you?
Who?

Who pulls the sunlight after you?
Who pulls the sunlight?