Letra de Sunday
For those who've slept For those who've kept Themselves jacked up How Jesus wept Sunday SundayFor those in need For those who speed For those who try to slow their minds with weed Sunday SundayFor those who wake With a blind headache Who must be still Who will sit and wait For Sunday, to be MondayYeah, it will be okay Do nothing today Give yourself a break Let your imagination run awayFor those with guilt For those who wilt Under pressure No tears over spilt milk Sunday SundaySunday Sunday SundayYeah, it will be okay Do nothing today Give yourself a break Let your imagination run awayYeah, it will be okay Do nothing today Give yourself a break Let your imagination run awayI, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I Oh, no, no, yeah