Letra de Sunday
Eyes open, breathe in, breathe out
Soft spoken, you leave no doubt

Spinning like your first carousel
Wandering home
Sliding ever so carefully
Back into place

Eyes closed, don’t stare at the light of fire
All the time in the world rushing by

Spinning like your first carousel
Wandering home
Sliding ever so carefully
Back into place

We are given a chance to love ourselves
Old days, we would just hear it from someone else
Locked doors, darkened rooms, and your emptied shelves
No one’s going to believe if you don’t yourself