Lyrics Untitled Sunday - Swansonge

Peak over covers
Fingers gripping tight
Glued to the bed
Muscles putting up a fight

Dread tomorrow's work
The stress isn't friendly
Sundays don't have to be scary

Day begins
As soon as it starts to end
Grasp the hours in your hand and pull them close to
Save the morning's light

Dread tomorrow's work
The stress isn't friendly
Sundays don't have to be scary