Sunday Songtext
von Admiral Fallow

My green eyes
Your Sunday stumble home
Some demise
But far from being alone

Surrounded by tens of future friends
Maybe one who can depend on you

Take those pills
You bought to kill the guilt
Last night′s dress
Still hugs you as you tilt


And turn into the clothes to climb those twenty stairs
With leather eyes

I wished it away, we all did
And regret the missed opportunity
Or a flash from an eyelash fluttering
Where was this thing born?
A feeling of restlessness unwavering
Of restlessness unwavering

Where can I buy a bottle of happy?
To soothe the discontent takeover
And turn the colour back to blue