Released: May 11, 2005
Songwriter: Damon Albarn
Producer: Jason Cox James Dring Danger Mouse Gorillaz
[Verse 1: 2D]
In demon days, it's cold inside
You don't get nobody, people sigh
It's so bad, lasting far, but love yourself
Hiding in a hole in there
All the glasses are far too big
Bring it back, got to hold it back
To let you do that, yet you don't want me back
Before it fall down, falling down, falling down
Falling down to go far from the sun
[Verse 2: The London Community Gospel Choir]
In these demon days, we're so cold inside
It's so hard for a good soul to survive
You can't even trust the air you breathe
'Cause Mother Earth want us all to leave
When lies become reality
Numb yourself with drugs and TV
Pick yourself up, it's a brand new day
So turn yourself 'round
Don't burn yourself, turn yourself
Turn yourself around to the sun
In these demon days, we're so cold inside
It's so hard for a good soul to survive
You can't even trust the air you breathe
'Cause Mother Earth wants us all to leave
When lies become reality
You numb yourself with drugs and TV
Pick yourself up, it's a brand new day
So turn yourself 'round
Don't burn yourself, turn yourself
Turn yourself around into the sun
[Outro: The London Community Gospel Choir]
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
In demon days, it's cold inside
You don't get nobody, people sigh
It's so bad, lasting far, but love yourself
Hiding in a hole in there
All the glasses are far too big
Bring it back, got to hold it back
To let you do that, yet you don't want me back
Before it fall down, falling down, falling down
Falling down to go far from the sun
[Verse 2: The London Community Gospel Choir]
In these demon days, we're so cold inside
It's so hard for a good soul to survive
You can't even trust the air you breathe
'Cause Mother Earth want us all to leave
When lies become reality
Numb yourself with drugs and TV
Pick yourself up, it's a brand new day
So turn yourself 'round
Don't burn yourself, turn yourself
Turn yourself around to the sun
In these demon days, we're so cold inside
It's so hard for a good soul to survive
You can't even trust the air you breathe
'Cause Mother Earth wants us all to leave
When lies become reality
You numb yourself with drugs and TV
Pick yourself up, it's a brand new day
So turn yourself 'round
Don't burn yourself, turn yourself
Turn yourself around into the sun
[Outro: The London Community Gospel Choir]
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun