كلمات Sunday

See you on Sunday In the nighttime, the night Whenever we are Summers came We lost our time, is eating in years by my mind I want you to come back and take it away The despair in the world Amount by the day Whatever you saw And you come with some Plant butterflies They're eating my mind I want you to come back and take them away Your butterflies are eating my mind I wish you'd come back and take them away See you on Sunday See you Sunday You know it was nice with all the time You are the music in my world I've gotta fly, I've got a thousand flies in my mind See you on See you on Sunday See you on Sunday See you on Sunday