Sun Hands - Local Natives

I climbed to the top of a hill

But I had just missed the sun

And although the descending arc was gone

Left behind were the traces that always follow along

The most beautiful colors chase the sun

They wrap her trail in a taunting gesture

That seems to sing out loud,

«this is what you’re missing»

I’ll endure the night

For the promise of light

I want to lift my hands towards the sun

Show me warmth

Baby, won’t you show me warmth again?

And when I can feel with my sun hands

I’ll promise not to lose her again

And even if the morning never comes

My hands are blessed to have touched the sun

And when I can feel with my sun hands

I promise not to lose her again