The Sun Lyrics - Singles - Street To Nowhere

The sun hangs over Sunday 

and I'm tangled in sheets 

it creeps between my eyelids 

seems the blinds sprung a leak 

pills crushed in wine are a headache sometimes 

but not 'til the feelings worn off 

still the sun hangs over Sunday 

and I'm not getting up 

There's nothing like a beautiful morning 

no there's nothing like a beautiful day 

no there's nothing like a beautiful morning 

to make me hate the way I hate myself today 

the sun hangs over Sunday 

I pull the blankets over my head 

and it creeps between the stitches 

I melt like wax in my bed 

there was someone here last night 

before I closed my eyes 

She's just a scent on the sheets 

still the sun hangs over Sunday 

and I'm gettin' the fuck back to sleep 

the sun hangs over Sunday 

and I'm hung over as well 

the sun hangs over Sunday 

and I'm hung over as hell