Lost Weekend - On a Sunday текст песни

market mothers
bring your children out on a sunday afternoon
to see the fish and the veg
and the stalls in the wet market now
football fathers
bring your children home on a sunday night
to see the boys in the match
and hope he wins his bets
on a sunday
everything moves so slow
on a sunday
standing in monday’s shadow
oh sunday’s
always come too soon
cartoon noises
coming through the walls on a sunday morning
don’t wake me from my sleep
but i don’t mind because the sound is sweet
neighbours screaming
but they’re waving when you step outside
on a day like today
you smile but don’t know what to say
on a sunday
everything moves so slow
on a sunday
standing in monday’s shadow
oh sunday’s
always come too soon
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