paroles de chanson Sundays - Malkovich Music

Sundays, taking trains, one-way, buck and change
nowhere in particular, just wishing for some rain
doze off, miss my stop, jump out, walkabout
homey stays down the street, see what he's talking 'bout
caught him walking out, headed downtown, walked a couple blocks
then he hits me with the pound, see ya round, got lucky
I fuck with him,but I don't wanna be stuck with him
two minutes at the bar, I had enough of him, it's three thirty
martini dirty, day after, we was drinking hella early
the day already burry, where were we
ol' girlie came from Jersey, we cruising the streets
shooting the breeze, knees touching on a subway squeeze
we on a journey, I guess you could say
I don't know where, I don't care, not today
that's ok, waste the day away, it's a Sunday

sitting in the park, how the hell it get dark already, it's a Sunday.

we use ten percent of our brains and eight percent of our hearts
time's infinite as the earth, moon, the stars
here for mere years, we'll only see the tiniest parts
and then our spark's blown out, blown out
and that's what I'm thinking 'bout when I'm zoning out
Staten Ferry, hanging off the side, thinking how all the lovers died
all that soul and still fucked up inside
Whitney ain't make fifty, the shit hit me
that's what I'm thinking when you're looking at me
wondering "where is he?"
guess we must believe in an afterlife or we'd be more busy
I go high, get dizzy and fall back
in ascension I lose momentum, now what you call that
self-sabotage, got something against success
guess I prefer camouflage
like if I drop my guard it all might fly apart
so I pick the wild card
guess I like life hard
kinda story that'll make you say "my God"
sleeping on myself
just wasting my life away, like a Sunday

sitting in the park, how the hell it get dark already, it's a Sunday.

and you never know where it's gonna go
you never know where any of 'em gonna go

this is what happens while you're making plans
but imagine if everything went the way you planned
would be a weird world, that shit don't make a man
a being with limitless means
a screen in our heads that plays scenes from our dreams
and what surrounds is what them same dreams look like on the ground
cuz if it was meant to be it'd be here by now
hope I'm wrong, world, c'mon, don't let me down
a lot of mine ain't turn out how I expected
not in control, dunno what I expected
not in control, I just gotta accept it
but ain't figured that part out, that's some next shit
a day of surprises. what a Sunday