Songtext von Sunday Painter

Enter into her world They call her sunday painter She is killing time with her brush That's the way she likes it yeah She lighting up a cigarette It's hanging on the side of her mouth But beside that cloud of smoke She is just a pretty girl in need of love Look and see You and me We are sunday painters We're sunday Oh Enter into her world They call her sunday painter She likes to tire like she's all alone But the places she calls from She like coffee, black, strong She looks scared, she stares kind of sad Now I feel her [?] For a minute I was in her heaven Look and see You and me We are sunday painters We're sunday Oh Enter into her world She is a little day dreamer She stands around whenever I'm alone And wouldn't reason For some reflect we're always there Passing by, passing by Some reflect we're always there Pass sunday painter We're sunday Tell yourself it's ok The things that are, lead this way