A Month Of Sundays Lyrics by Church, The

A Month Of Sundays Lyrics

    Badman's woman with that look in her eye
    You stop to wonder as she passes by
    Something inside you is never the same
    Something outside you is always to blame
    Follow her home where she lives with some friends
    They have some good things to add to the blend
    The games expanded, invaded the place
    You're the only one who's forgotten his face

    You're saying no no no i must be on my way
    But it really has been a pleasant night
    And you go so slow hope they'll ask you to stay
    And indifference gives you a fright

    Walking outside you come to a door
    You go inside and you wonder what for
    At least it's good to be out of the wind
    You turn around and the clocks all begin
    Just like the winter your memory thaws
    Just like the ocean your memory pours
    So many pieces to match or to find
    So many doubts to have in one mind

    It's hard to see how the tables have turned
    It's hard to see how the people have learned
    It's hard to watch the past drizzling past
    It's hard to watch them picking the cast
    And it stacks up badly that it never makes sense
    You sense that sensation is who's paying the rent
    And she beckons to you with her fingers and lies
    She says: can't you slice the price of your paradise

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