Turn your face into the Sun so that the shadows are behind you
Bracing for the sunset that will paint the sky anew
That space between that trauma where the loving can accrue
Disgracing not the silent night by leaving it
Turn your face into the Sun so that the shadows are behind you
Taste the duke who's there, the summer will be gone too soon
Erase another day's burden by blowing on the paper
Lace the night with laughter tails are spun on the room

Turn your face into the Sun so that the shadows are behind you
Place our dreams in the night under the waning Moon

We've got history, eighteen hundred
My tequila mockingbird
Lace the silence with the size where the heartbeats are in tune
The space between the stars filled by a boombox

Turn your face into the Sun so that the shadows are behind you
Trace the fading light as it draped upon the view
Replace your fear with courage as dawn'll loom too soon
Grace the midnight hour where the secrets are in bloom

We've got history, eighteen hundred
My tequila mockingbird
Lace the silence with the size where the heartbeats are in tune
The space between the stars filled by a boombox

Turn your face into the Sun so that the shadows are behind you
Gracing every turn up as the stars begin to strew

There was space between us, Sun till up so distance grew
We all raced against time towards dreams, we filled you
Case of stolen glances, a story to pursue
Turn your face into the Sun so the shadows are behind you

We've got history, eighteen hundred
My tequila mockingbird
We've got history, eighteen hundred
My tequila mockingbird