paroles de chanson Why Are Sunday's So Depressing - The Strokes

I sing a song, I paint a picture
My baby's gone, but I don't miss her
Like a swan, I don't miss swimming
All my friends left, and they don't miss me
Can't take it, babe
Your body talks to me
Like in a movie, babe
I let it resonate, yeah
I want your time (Time, time)
Don't ask me questions (Questions, questions)
That you don't want (Want, want)
The answers to (To, to)
I love you in the morning, so you know it's no lie
You're hidin' in the background but you wanna be found
You've got me on my back and now I've gotta think fast
You're hidin' in the background but you wanna be found
I take it easy, babe, I
I get down, it's automatic, uh
I've come to believin' that
That too much time is evil
I transition in
I'm making your body wait
Like on an aeroplane
Please, baby, take me away, yeah
I want your time (Time, time)
Don't ask me questions (Questions, questions)
That you don't want (Want, want)
The answers to (To, to)
I know
I know
I know
I know
I kinda miss the nine to five, yeah
Do not think that you can hide
I scramble, fight just like a child
Hey, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
I'm still hungry, I'm still hungry
I'm still hungry, I'm still hungry
Now I'm gettin' angry, I'm still hungry
Now I'm gettin' angry, still, still hungry
Yeah
(Hold on, hold on, hold)
(The click was always in you Fab)
(It was never on)
(It was never on)