Sweet madness it must be wrong
What kind of fool imagines love
With all this going on
Stars burning in the empty sky
And the city is aflame
With a million lights
And they come and they go
In the blink of an eye
People are like suns
Science will enable us to hear
To be crystal clear
To make diamonds in the shifting sand
Better take all the love that you got in a single hand
And they come and they go
In the fullness of time
People are like suns
They are burning up inside
People are like suns
Breathing into life
All that's good in us
To saints become
And they come and they go
Yeah they come and they go
People are like suns
People are like suns
And we'll go out tonight
Set the town alight
All fade into white

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Writer(s): NEIL FINN