Sunday کے بول

I woke up it was saturday Grey in the sky There’s nothing more to say on that I got up got out of my bed Stretched my arms wide It’s time to let this fall from me It’s time to let it fall I move through & just as soon My clothes are catching on (My eyes closed, lost in my room) I move through & just assume My clothes are catching on thorns But I’m bringing them with me Bringing them with me Call me on sunday Call me! Call me! Call me on sunday I move through & just as soon My clothes are catching on I’ll come through, I always do When I’m moving I just assume My clothes are catching on thorns But I’m bringing them with me Bringing them with me I never kept good touch But it’s alright, you never expected much