Sundays Songtext
von Spymob

I hear people complain about Mondays
Waking up to an awful commute
I understand that it′s tough on everyone
to dive headfirst into that cold pool
when there's no time to back out

I don′t understand why I can't relax on Sundays
Trying to rest but I can't see past my gloom
My mind′s in a race while I′m lying around on Sunday afternoon


I hear people complain about Mondays
Having to wear a business suit
I understand that it's tough on everyone
to dive headfirst into that cold pool
when there′s no time to back out

I don't understand why I can′t relax on Sundays
Trying to rest but I can't see past my gloom
My mind′s in a race while I'm lying around on Sunday afternoon

I don't understand why I can′t relax on Sundays
Trying to rest but I can′t see past my gloom
My mind's in a race while I′m lying around on Sunday afternoon

I don't understand why I can′t relax on Sundays
Trying to rest but I can't see past my gloom
My mind′s in a race while I'm lying around on Sunday afternoon