Verna Cannon (The)
Sunday Feels Like Goodbye
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
Letras de cancionesAnd 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
From Letras Mania