Songtexte Sundays - Counting Crows

Colored rubbers and a bedroom set,
I wouldn't know it, if it hit me,
You take a little step and then it feels like love,
I think I better get a little of it in me,
Give me a kiss, I think it feels like love,
Give me a kiss I think it feels like sunshine,
C'mon baby, well light me up,
I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind and.

You think that you can do without me,
I can't do anything at all,
You think that you can do without me,
But I don't believe in Sundays,
And I don't believe in anything at all.

Your mother made you in a parking lot,
My mother made me out of flesh and wire,
Try to remember what you might forget,
I try to remember everything,
Try to remember so you don't disappear,
Try to remember so you don't fade away,
Your mother made you out of smoke and rain,
Your mother made you in a fire that's faded.

You think that you can do without me,
And I can't do anything at all,
You think that you can do without me,
But I don't believe in Sundays,
And I don't believe in anything at all.

I wanna touch you for the things I'm losing,
I wanna touch you for my self-respect,
Give me a reason or I might stop breathing,
Give me a reason why I'm soaking wet,
Gotta stop breathing 'cause the sky is falling,
I might go out and watch the moon explode,
Give me directions to the highway crossing,
I'll go lie down in the middle of the road and.

You think that you can do without me,
I can't do anything at all,
You think that you can do without me,
But I don't believe in Sundays,
And I don't believe in anything at all.

I don't believe in Sundays,
And I don't believe in,
I don't believe in anything, in anything,
And I don't believe in,
I don't believe in anything, in anything,
And I don't believe in,
I don't believe in anything, in anything,
And I don't believe in at all.