Sunday Songtext
von India Arkin

On Sunday
I feel obsolete
As I look down
And see on my street
And there′s a man sitting there
But I know he don't care for me
His boots battered and worn
Unlike the smiles he′d sworn to keep

On Sundays
I hardly blink twice
As I'm woken to faces
That are never alike
And as I fold by the bedside
As my drunken blindness resides
And as I look at his face,
I just know that he's here for the night


But you promised you loved me at dawn
When you guided me out through the door
And with shivers and shakes on your doorstep
Are you telling me this was just your trap

But you pushed me quite hard at the bus stop
And I noticed that it made my heart stop
It′s all blurred to me

On Sundays
I feel obsolete
As I look down
To see on my street
And he′s there with another,
Seeking for warmth in the night
But he promised he loves her
As he cradles her through the night

But you promised you loved me at dawn
When you guided me out through the door
And with shivers and shakes on your doorstep
Are you telling me this was just your trap

But you pushed me quite hard at the bus stop
And I noticed that it made my heart stop
It's all blurred to me


On Sundays
I long at the street
And wonder, what it′s like
To just feel complete
But kind face absorbs me
And I hope that he stays for a while
With my head in his chest
Well then I can stay safe for the night