Sunday

Lyrics

I woke up it was Saturday,
grey in the sky,
there’s nothing more to say on that.

I got up got out of my bed,
stretched my arms wide,
it’s time to let this fall from me.

It’s time to let it fall.

I move through & just as soon
my clothes are catching on.
(My eyes closed, lost in my room.)
I move through & just assume
my clothes are catching on thorns,
but I’m bringing them with me,
bringing them with me.

Call me on Sunday.
Call me!
Call me!
Call me on Sunday.

I move through & just as soon
my clothes are catching on.
I’ll come through, I always do.

When I’m moving I just assume
my clothes are catching on thorns,
but I’m bringing them with me,
bringing them with me.

I never kept good touch.
But it’s alright, you never expected much.
 

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