Sundays And Holidays Lyrics

Sundays And Holidays lyrics

what do you think in the back seat

travelling through the yellow open state




am i too slow to turn my thoughts to words

to turn meaningless to
meaning

am i too down to notice smell and sound

to tell dull from bright




let the sad winter moon turn slow to my future

and the cool dark
air cover me in my nearing bed

where angels, men and mothers

get to
spens their sundays and holidays

where curtains hide the ugly scenes
inside

from the rest of us

what's inside the brick walls of
divide?

barred window screens

hospital - not a love scene

hospital
- not a calm ocean