Slow Sunday Songtext
von Théodore, Paul & Gabriel

There′s a sound I can't bear
It′s the suburbs asleep
There's a smell in the air
It reminds me life is cheap

While time flies
A fresh tiny rain
Annoys my brain
The sky also cries

It is a slow sunday
I don't want to pray
I should go away
It is a slow sunday


Through my dusty windows I see
My neighbors gossiping
They spread rumors in the city
In my dreams I′m dancing

While time flies
Wind erodes
Unbuilt roads
Hurt my eyes

It is a slow sunday
I don′t want to pray
I should go away
It is a slow sunday

While time flies
Wind erodes
Unbuilt roads
Hurt my eyes

While time flies
Dawn arises
Sunlight flees