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
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
