Тексты песни «Sunday»

Time's got her hands full So she dont give me reason Standing like a fool Just waiting for a sign You're a butterfly on a sunday And I'd do anything to see you Fall in and out of love Just to have a story Your smile...

For those who've slept For those who've kept Themselves jacked up How Jesus wept Sunday Sunday For those in need For those who speed For those who try to slow their minds with weed Sunday Sunday For...

Sunday comes alone again A perfect day for a quiet friend And you, you will set it free I see new morning around your face Everybody says its another phase And now, now its come to me See the magic in your eyes I see...

sky don't even know my name yet watches over all the same people seem to pass me by as i go on my way hours seem to fly as the word the turns day night years go rollin' by the joy of life is with us everyday just be...

Take your hands out of your pockets, let them into air, Take a quiet look around you, see whose standing there, Could it be fate that put you, right next to them right now? Or are we all just strangers lost in a foreign...

I'm gonna have a good cry over nothin' But a handful of cigarettes I'm gonna leave the windows open When I feel like gettin' dressed I'm gonna think hard about leavin' See if the afternoon can tell I'm gonna let him lie...

Sunday I break my head Sunday I'm coming back Monday is not my day Tuesday I go away Wednesday I meet Helene Wednesday I wait my man Thursday I wash my car Thursday here come the sun Friday ... Saturday is my only day...

Your vision's blurred.. your mouth is dry It is sunday Just another sunday Your body aches.. your conscience sleeps It is sunday Just another sunday You say... u don't wanna feel this way U don't wanna feel You say.....

your vision's blurred.. your mouth is dry it is sunday just another sunday your body aches.. your conscience sleeps it is sunday just another sunday you say... u don't wanna feel this way u don't wanna feel you...

Nothing's sacred, the days are cheap Truth is thin on the ground Still our prophets are crucified Nobody believes we're stumbling It's Friday but Sunday is coming Someone's saying a prayer tonight For hungry mouths to...

Tsukai furusareta "aishiteru" mo kimi wo omotte kuchi ni sureba Konna ni suteki na hibiki ni naru kimi dake no tame ni aru kotoba Hidamari de sunday arikitari no itsumo to onaji kyou wa sunday Itsu made mo nante sotto...

Kono mama ja dame datte sa Wakatterun datte, mou Tachi naoranai to ne Guzu guzu naite iru Toki datte douse aitsu wa Dareka to waratteru no kana Konshuu wa sonna kanji desu Mou, sunday Nani kara shiyou Omoide no...