Sunday Morning Call
Here's another sunday morning callYou hear yer head-a-banging on the door
Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl
Into the day that couldn't give you more
But what for?
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And you take what you want
But you don't get it for free
You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But I'm not sure if it will ever work out right
But it's ok, it's all right
When you're lonely and you start to hear
The little voices in your head at night
You will only sniff away the tears
So you can dance until the morning light
But at what price?
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And you take what you want
But you can't get all for free
You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
And I'm not sure if it'll ever work out right
If it'll ever, ever, ever works out right
Cos it never, never, never works out right
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And you take what you want
But you won't get help for free
You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But I'm not sure if it will ever, ever, ever work out right
if it will ever, ever, ever work out right
will it ever, ever, ever work out right
Losowe piosenki:
No Quiero Ser Un Poeta
Pain And Misery
Schiele, Lei, Me
Just Right For You
Unborn Stillborn
Brothers Of Metal
The Black Tormentors of Satan