paroles de chanson Sunday Sunshine - Young Rising Sons

Why does every Monday feel like hell?
Why do I wake up an empty shell?
I spent the weekend in the clouds
Why's it always hurt to come back down?
Tuesday doesn't get much better, no
Feels like it goes on forever, so
Here's another week to cure the pain
Another month gone by I feel the same
I'm just looking for some Sunday Sunshine
I was wondering if you might be my
Little cotton candy swirl in the sky
Ha, ha, ha, ha,
Ha, ha, ha, ha
And I'm still dreaming of your butterscotch eyes
In a swimming pool of cherry red wine
I want a little bit of Sunday Sunshine
Ha, ha, ha, ha,
Ha, ha, ha, ha
I spend every Wednesday on the floor
Praying that the world has something more
To offer me on Thursday, Friday
But they never seem to turn out my way
Saturday I'm ready once again
I could take a pill and just forget
Strap me to a great big jet plane
I'll be back again on Monday
I'm just looking for some Sunday Sunshine
I was wondering if you might be my
Little cotton candy swirl in the sky
Ha, ha, ha, ha,
Ha, ha, ha, ha
And I'm still dreaming of your butterscotch eyes
In a swimming pool of cherry red wine
I want a little bit of Sunday Sunshine
Ha, ha, ha, ha,
Ha, ha, ha, ha

Oh, no no, I don't wanna let
I don't wanna let
I don't wanna let go of my sunshine
No, no, I don't wanna let
I don't wanna let
I don't wanna let go of my sunshine
My sunshine

I'm just looking for some Sunday Sunshine
I was wondering if you might be my
Little cotton candy swirl in the sky
Ha, ha, ha, ha,
Ha, ha, ha, ha
And I'm still dreaming of your butterscotch eyes
In a swimming pool of cherry red wine
I want a little bit of Sunday Sunshine
Ha, ha, ha, ha,
Ha, ha, ha, ha

Sunday Sunshine