All made up - I'm stepping out to meet my maker
Loving Cup - he rocks me like a cocktail shaker
One fine day, the boyfriend from a distant planet
Cosmic Ray, is born again with every minute
I'll be beaming down from Venus with my phaser set on stun
Kiss the Sun, kiss the Sun, kiss the Sun...

System crash - I'll make a stand for mother nature
Photo flash - we'll the spike Great Communicator
singing songs of praise and worship, watch him smile on every one
Kiss the Sun, kiss the Sun, kiss the Sun

It's your call to ordination, it's your cue to jump the gun
Kiss the Sun, kiss the Sun, kiss the Sun, kiss the sun

© 1999 Words by David Fisher, Music by David Fisher and Tim Bradshaw

Musicians

Tim Bradshaw
Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals

David Fisher
Lead and Backing Vocals

Martin Gregory
Drums