On a Sunday after noon
You like the attention you get when they all look at you
It's a surprise
Full of good byes
This existential situation has opened up my eyes
It's a wonderful day
To see the bright side
Because in a minute
There will be no light
I open up my eyes
If anything is certain
It would have to be myself
I'm caught up in the curtains
Store me on your shelf
If it happens again
You wait for the coffee to kick in
If it hurts again
She waits for the coffee to kick in
If anything is certain
It would have to be myself
I'm caught up in the curtains
Store me on your shelf
Will it always rain on Sunday?
Will it always rain on Sunday?
Will it always rain on Sunday?
Someday