Quiet, sounds like a room
Too late to find marks in the ceiling lying with you
Sunday stuck to the floor
Too late to find open bottles down by the door
I'll find my height is better than the other guys
I'll spend more time sleeping in the morning light
Quiet, sounds like the wind
Too late to find musical chimes that feel like the moon
Sunday stuck to the couch
Too late to find cable programs that turn me around
She said, she said enough