Wake up without a blink To an even pace where nothing moves Except the pressure from a funky saturday Dropping like bricks on my head Or over the milkyway Starlit electric beams had only just touched me I must have dreamt myself astray The only milkyway I have is in the middle of the day
Chorus:
Somedays are better than somedays Good Sundays are better than somedays Today I'd even take a bad Monday Cause this Sunday's a pure pressure inside of me
Danced till my feet were blue To erase the thoughts I just remember you Tears lost in the turn of the years Return on days like this Kissing in the sunrays I knew that it was Sunday Cause my memory's like blueprint in my head
Chorus
(and the little rap says) Give me grits and eggs give me ham and bacon And a pancake with some maple syrup Cause it is Sunday (God knows what the dogs are saying) We made it thru....maybeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
