Lovers on the Sun (feat. Sam Martin) - David Guetta & Bebe Rexha

Oh father come to the window Look over yonder lake At the wondrous golden city Beyond the icy wake In my short life we've passed this way Ten times or more And never did this city Rise up on that far shore That's the Sun son, shining on the water It's not Cairo, New York or Rome And just a matter of hours before you see your mama Waiting for you back at home Big buildings at it's centre Stand ablaze with light While lesser spires around these Entrap the beams in flight Oh look now I see people With faces small and fine And in their midst just staring A boy's face like mine That's the Sun son, shining on the water It's not Cairo, New York or Rome And just a matter of hours before you see your mama Waiting for you back at home The Sun was shrinking 'cause night was falling And the boy went off to sleep His wondrous city vanished Into the icy deep The Moon was rising 'cause night had fallen And all was as before As we made our way past the countless pines On the cold lake's northern shore That's the Sun son, shining on the water It's not Cairo, New York or Rome And just a matter of hours Before you see your mama Waiting for you back at home

The sound of laughter Echoes from a few doors down The sound of pressure Is getting louder Whisper in my ear That you need me If you saw it clearly Would you leave me? I'm honest to you But I'm lying to myself And I don't want to hear it It has something to do With the balance of my blood And when I'll have to spill it People moving faster Am I the only one that's slowing down? Am I slowing you down? Whisper in my ear That you need me But if you saw it clearly You would leave me Alone in California The dream is dimming The second time I've heard that voice And it's getting louder

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boys And God, I know I'm one

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