Sunday, Sunday. The one day I revere. Sunday, Sunday. Let no one interfere. . Six days a week, waiting. I spend waiting to be spending. Sunday, Sunday.
So I find myself and what I became. Having nowhere else to lay the blame. The darker side of me in my discovery. The shadow and the frame are indeed the same.
If I were near you would you feel me there?. Could you feel me moving softly through the air?. Lay me down and still your mind say nothing, nothing. Now close your eyes.