(n. cherry/c. mcvey/g. barlow)
Wake up
without a blink
To an even pace where
nothing moves
Except the pressure from a
funky saturday
Dropping like bricks on my
head
Or over the milkyway
Starlit
electric beams had only just touched me
I
must have dreamt myself astray
The only
milkyway I have is in the middle of the day
Chorus:
Somedays are better than
somedays
Good sundays are better than
somedays
Today I’d even take a bad
monday
Cause this sunday’s a pure
pressure inside of me
Danced
till my feet were blue
To erase the
thoughts I just remember you
Tears lost in
the turn of the years
Return on days like
this
Kissing in the sunrays
I knew
that it was sunday
Cause my memory’s like
blueprint in my head
Chorus
(and the little rap says)
Give me grits
and eggs give me ham and bacon
And a
pancake with some maple syrup
Cause it is
sunday
(God knows what the dogs are
saying)
We made it thru....maybe
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