On A Sunday Lyrics - Singles - Nick Heyward

I said that everything was my way 

But could have been her way 

She left me round about spring last may 

And had it all her way 

Someday today I'll forget about us 

Travel in the rain on a hesitant day 

Gathering sticks on Sunday 

Makes my everything in between 

Gathering sticks on Sunday 

Makes me forget all I've been 

I know it sounds funny but I just got in the way 

Lost in his own day 

Never love past honor just speak today 

And had it my own way 

Lost in a day on a Grey Sunday 

Travel in the rain on a hesitant day 

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Gathering sticks on Sunday 

Makes my everything in between 

Gathering sticks on Sunday 

Makes me forget all I've been 

But everybody knows I'm someone 

Gathering all his sticks in dreams 

The sevenoakes of vanity 

But you suffer for your jealousies 

On a Sunday 

We spoke out late about years of pride 

The showing of both sides 

Never mind this boy he's lost inside 

The trouble he can't hide 

Never mind this, travel in the rain 

On a hesitant day on a gray Sunday 

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Gathering sticks on Sunday 

Makes my everything in between 

But everybody knows I'm someone 

Gathering all his sticks in dreams 

Gathering sticks on Sunday 

Makes me forget all I've been 

But everybody knows I'm someone 

Gathering all his sticks in dreams 

Suffer for your jealousies 

On a Sunday 

Gathering sticks on Sunday 

Makes my everything in between 

But everybody knows I'm someone 

Gathering all his sticks in dreams 

On a Sunday 

On a Sunday 

Never never giving you up 

On a Sunday 

You suffer forty feet up 

Your jealousy all the work 

You think of him as a fool 

Because he gave you his all 

No mate or buddy of mine 

Is going to live to sublime 

Deeper season than reason 

Letting go all the time 

A coward, clown and a dreamer 

I find it hard to believe her 

It seems that all I can do 

Is tell this boy he's a fool 

Making all of it up 

Sending all of it up 

Seems that all I can do 

Is say I leaving you someday 

On a Sunday 

Forget all I've been 

On a Sunday