Lyrics Sunday Nights - Frank Turner
Sunday
nights
are
slow
surrender
It
never
lasts
and
we'll
never
learn
We
can
still
make
this
one
to
remember
It's
Sunday
night
and
we've
time
to
burn
Tomorrow
morning
can
wait
its
turn
Charge
your
glasses,
raise
a
toast
To
the
memory
gained
To
the
sleep
that
we
lost
Another
weekend
run
to
ground
Another
passing
coat
of
red
Painted
across
our
town
Work
is
shallow,
cuts
are
deep
Who
would
waste
two
days
respite?
You
can't
catch
up
on
sleep
So
here
we
are,
last
chance
saloon
The
ticking
clock
and
a
slow
defeat
It'll
all
be
over
soon
Sunday
nights
are
slow
surrender
It
never
lasts
and
we'll
never
learn
We
can
still
make
this
one
to
remember
It's
Sunday
night
and
we've
time
to
burn
Tomorrow
morning
can
wait
its
turn
Once
more
friends
unto
the
breach
Bleary
eyed,
the
stuff
of
dreams
Always
slips
out
of
reach
Defiance
dressed
in
crumpled
clothes
Protest
played
out
with
a
headache
Starting
late
but
going
slow
Though
we
know
we
have
to
be
here
We
have
tasted
freer
air,
we
don't
have
to
care
Sunday
nights
are
slow
surrender
It
never
lasts
and
we'll
never
learn
We
can
still
make
this
one
to
remember
It's
Sunday
night
and
we've
time
to
burn
Tomorrow
morning
can
wait
its
turn
All
our
days
will
fade
away
In
hazy
nights
and
clear
mistakes
So
here's
to
us
and
needs
that
must
Let's
raise
a
toast
for
one
last
boast
'Cause
it's
Sunday
night
and
we've
time
to
burn
Tomorrow
morning
can
wait
its
turn
1 The Road - Solo Acoustic
2 Isabel - Solo Acoustic
3 The Fastest Way Back Home - Solo Acoustic
4 Try This At Home - Solo Acoustic
5 Live Fast, Die Old
6 Try This at Home
7 Dan's Song
8 Poetry of the Deed
9 Isabel
10 The Fastest Way Back Home
11 Sons of Liberty
12 The Road
13 Faithful Son
14 Richard Divine
15 Sunday Nights
16 Our Lady of the Campfires
17 Journey of the Magi
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