Sunday morning did I miss my favourite TV show? I overslept again.
I take the bread from yesterday with the confitures that are too dry.
I hear cleaning and birds are singing.
Things I miss again for nothing.
Where the colours of the sky and the street lights are like Vincent painted. Blue and yellow.
Hidden gardens, narrow stairs, my bike had a basket, I rode it everytime for the groceries
If I could blend in or just if I wasn’t afraid then maybe this could be different, too.
But still I remember every sight and scent
the sound of the coming train that has two floors
Sunday morning did I miss my favourite TV show? I overslept again.
I take the bread from yesterday with the confitures that are too dry.
I hear cleaning and birds are singing.
Rainin’ all day had I too many cups of coffee? I feel tense.
I see the mints are getting watered in my jardinet same as my glass gets alcohol.
But I promise I’m not gonna get drunk.
Whoo-ooh I don’t mean that I want to go back there.
With you, I can share every story
Whoo-ooh I’m glad for all this time, Honey,
We’ll be together for long - oh
Sunday morning did I miss my favourite TV show? I overslept again.
I take the bread from yesterday with the confitures that are too dry.
I hear cleaning and birds are singing.
Rainin’ all day had I too many cups of coffee? I feel tense.
I see the mints are getting watered in my jardinet same as my glass gets alcohol.
But I promise I’m not gonna get drunk.
Things I miss again for nothing.