Oh keen Mr. Dark took a seat in the park,
That's where he liked to watch the sun come up.
But darling Mrs. Day was sleeping in today,
Deciding that she'd leave the darkness be.
So I just slept in too, I had nothing else to do.
Glass figurines danced circles in my dreams.
Because what I once pursued leaves me cold and overdue.
On Sunday morning, I'm always missing you.
And it's always worse on the days
where nothing happens anyway,
Just a day in the life of a full time fool.
Damned if I don't, but damned if I do,
On Sunday morning, I'm always missing you.
If I could dream it all away,
there would be nothing left to say.
I'd have it all; I'd be sixty-three feet tall.
Because what I once pursued,
leaves me cold and overdue,
On Sunday morning, I'm always missing you.
The Belleville Outfit - Sunday Morning Lyrics
The Belleville Outfit - Sunday Morning Lyrics
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Oh keen Mr. Dark took a seat in the park,
That's where he liked to watch the sun come up.
But darling Mrs. Day was sleeping in today,
Deciding that she'd leave the darkness be.
So I just slept in too, I had nothing else to do.
Glass figurines danced circles in my dreams.
Because what I once pursued leaves me cold and overdue.
On Sunday morning, I'm always missing you.
And it's always worse on the days
where nothing happens anyway,
Just a day in the life of a full time fool.
Damned if I don't, but damned if I do,
On Sunday morning, I'm always missing you.
If I could dream it all away,
there would be nothing left to say.
I'd have it all; I'd be sixty-three feet tall.
Because what I once pursued,
leaves me cold and overdue,
On Sunday morning, I'm always missing you.
That's where he liked to watch the sun come up.
But darling Mrs. Day was sleeping in today,
Deciding that she'd leave the darkness be.
So I just slept in too, I had nothing else to do.
Glass figurines danced circles in my dreams.
Because what I once pursued leaves me cold and overdue.
On Sunday morning, I'm always missing you.
And it's always worse on the days
where nothing happens anyway,
Just a day in the life of a full time fool.
Damned if I don't, but damned if I do,
On Sunday morning, I'm always missing you.
If I could dream it all away,
there would be nothing left to say.
I'd have it all; I'd be sixty-three feet tall.
Because what I once pursued,
leaves me cold and overdue,
On Sunday morning, I'm always missing you.