When Sunday Spills کے بول

These walls are thin We hear everything above a whisper So she smokes weed and likes to drink She just beat cancer alone So don't give another day to this Always over her shoulder Afraid in her own home You keep and grow your own garden And I've seen you drink You know it's not a very pretty sight So don't give another day to this Things got ugly Ugly got so violent She rarely goes out to find her summertime And her sun, it never smiles or comes out these days When her Sunday spills, the pavement's had its fill It breaks the Kansas Quiet I'm waiting for the shot The language you use leaves no doubt your marriage is dead She screams: Wife beater! Why? But, no one's really sure You know we've heard so many hurtful things So don't give another day to this Although she's never feeling right, she's afraid to go He's never wrong, she's never right, she's afraid to go She's given everything, can't give another day Nothing could be farther from what's been twisted now