these things Songtext
von kid apollo
these things Songtext
These things keep happening to me
Maybe I′ve finally met my peak
Been just three nights since the show
Text you can't wait to get home
Went straight there your cheeks were rosy
Been wasting time on your own
When I pull up to the gate
You could′ve worn a smile on your face
These things keep happening to me
Maybe I've finally met my peak
Been just three nights since the show
Text you can't wait to get home
Went straight there your cheeks were rosy
Went straight there your cheeks were rosy
Sundays, Sundays
You only like me on Sundays
Sundays
Sundays, Sundays, Sundays
You only like me on Sundays
Sundays, Sundays
Green lights in your apartment
The green stripes matching the garments
The line was crossed, been disregarded
In the meantime but I know you promised
Be honest with me
Straight face, make promise to me
Just be honest with me
Just be
These things keep happening to me
Maybe I′ve finally met my peak
Been just three nights since the show
Text you can′t wait to get home
Went straight there your cheeks were rosy
Been wasting time on your own
When I pull up to the gate
You could've worn a smile on your face
Sundays, Sundays
You only like me on Sundays
Sundays
Sundays, Sundays, Sundays
You only like me on Sundays
Sundays, Sundays
Maybe I′ve finally met my peak
Been just three nights since the show
Text you can't wait to get home
Went straight there your cheeks were rosy
Been wasting time on your own
When I pull up to the gate
You could′ve worn a smile on your face
These things keep happening to me
Maybe I've finally met my peak
Been just three nights since the show
Text you can't wait to get home
Went straight there your cheeks were rosy
Went straight there your cheeks were rosy
Sundays, Sundays
You only like me on Sundays
Sundays
Sundays, Sundays, Sundays
You only like me on Sundays
Sundays, Sundays
Green lights in your apartment
The green stripes matching the garments
The line was crossed, been disregarded
In the meantime but I know you promised
Be honest with me
Straight face, make promise to me
Just be honest with me
Just be
These things keep happening to me
Maybe I′ve finally met my peak
Been just three nights since the show
Text you can′t wait to get home
Went straight there your cheeks were rosy
Been wasting time on your own
When I pull up to the gate
You could've worn a smile on your face
Sundays, Sundays
You only like me on Sundays
Sundays
Sundays, Sundays, Sundays
You only like me on Sundays
Sundays, Sundays
Writer(s): James Howland Milne, Theo Ratigan, Felix Ratigan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
