The Verna Cannon - Sunday Feels Like Goodbye текст песни

Under the weight

That comes on with the dusk

Something is wrong, but I can't say what



Curling up on the bed

That you blessed with your head

It's all I can do to rest my eyes

Sunday feels like goodbye



And it comes on

Like it's collecting bills



You drive away

And it's raining cats and clichés

Daylight savings for a sunny day

So the world is dark and frozen

And I'm stopped like I forgot how to live



God did nothing on a Sunday, so they say

And I don't blame him