Текст песни Sunday Never Comes - Ethan Hawke

You, in your flourescent room
Protected by the moon
You, just stated into gloom
Inside of a toxic womb
For heartache the dreams are home

Come tomorrow, my yesterday is gonna look so cool
You'll be into everything, you sneered about at school

When Saturday night comes callling
And Sunday never comes

Me, I'm as tender as the knight
I need a romantic life
This colors are oh, so bright
I miss the ruins in your eyes
I think about other guys
Who were your feelgood sights

I collected all your thoughts
And play them back for you
Stop me if you recognize one
Even mo will do, it's only you

When Saturday night comes calling
And Sunday never comes
And Sunday never comes

(When Saturday Night)
Sunday never comes