Walking these streets under the Sunday Sun
Under the Sunday Sun
Thinking about the ways that we get undone
It's easy to find a beautiful woman just to subtract
Someone to take from your woman just to subtract
Someone to take from your light and never give it back
Give it back, give it back, she looks like gold in the neon
Lights, but shadows move in during the lonely nights
A pretty face can be a heavy debt
The kind of beauty that makes you forget
But not everything that glitters is gold
I know, it takes a different kind of story to be told
But can I find that woman of class and grace?
The work is hard and a soul I can't replace
I'm looking for the one who was a multiply, not just
A pretty ghost underneath the sky
Character is the treasure that I'm trying to hold
'Cause not everything that glitters is gold
Not everything is gold, stura is the power
The way she moves
A rhythm in her step she never has to prove
Rhythm in a step that she never has to prove
She's working for the future, building up the plan
Not just looking for a shadow or a helping hand
Subtraction is a circle that leaves you where you start
Leaves you where you start
But multiplication is the beating of the heart
Looking for a character that's tested in the fire
Not just a temporary spark in the fire
Not just a temporary spark or a quick desire
It's about the spirit, not the glitter on the shelf
It's about finding the depth inside yourself
Character is currency, posture is the law
Seeing past the surface to the diamond in the floor
Not everything that glitters is gold, no
It takes a different kind of story to be told
But can I find that woman of classing grace to work hard
And a soul I can't replace?
I'm looking for the one who wasn't multiply
Not just a pretty ghost underneath the sky
Character is the treasure that I'm trying to hold
'Cause not everything that glitters is gold, not everything
You're a baby multiply to love
Don't let the shine fool your heart
It's easy to subtract but it takes a real one to grow
We out send one to the world