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