Someday Sunday will be the end me
The flaring taste from a bitter cup of tea
Seems the morning never comes around
I Swear that Sunday will be the end of me
Oh how much longer will it take
For that awful day to come
Oh how much longer will I wait
For that morning to arrive
Someday Sunday will it ever set me free
I need a stare from that glaring sun and sea
Dreams the warning of a counting clock fall down
I swear that Sunday will be the end of me
Oh how much longer will it take
For that awful day to come
Oh how much longer will I wait
For that morning to arrive
Oh how much longer will it take
For that awful day to come
Oh how much longer will I wait
For that morning to arrive