Testo di Sunday

Take a second, listen, let the smoke clear. Same day, different year - i wanted to be your everything. I watched the sparks subside, saw the shimmer in your eyes die. Is this everything you feared? I wanted to tell you everything. That's what you'll get when you mess with this. That's what you'll get. The sunday skies stretch out like a lifeline. I guess i've got to figure this out- i thought i could run thru everything. St-st-stutter when you speak, eyes are heavy & your heart's weak. Is this love, or a pipe dream? I wanted to take on everyone. That's what you'll get when you mess with this. That's what you'll get. Wide awake on a sunday morning. you're not hearing any of it, and i wish i was missed like this.