paroles de chanson Sunday (Psychic Conversation #9) - Crocodiles

Its sunday
And the world does itself
For all of its fault and
Its explosions of wealth
You stand naked
In front of your true love's words
She tells you
She's not seen worse
And the eyes of the world
Will still burn
And then turn away on sunday
This strange world
You wear it like a crown
It's beautiful and senseless but its tragedy you've found
When you look into her eyes
You can tell she's just as ugly as reflections you despise
The eyes of the world will still burn
And they turn
Away on sunday