Sunday.../ Always hard to get to sleep when/ Weird noises are implying threats/ On cold sheets I sweat/ On any other day/ It's all rest
and flowers/ And a long night of nothing/ In the morning some coffee/ 'Cause when the sun goes/ Down you close your eyes and think /
That you might wake in the same place/
I'm out of my head/ That was what they said/ There was no way I would/ Ever trust again/ There's something that fills you up/ And it
feels you up and then/ It takes control of your better sense/ There ain't no control of things/ You take for granted/ But they came and
they/ Held me up and they felt me up/ And left...I miss them
Take me to your world/ I want to know if I belong/ There instead of here/ Is there religion?/ It is unordinary / To want this affection/ But
I don't have a real friend/ And I hate my whole family/ But from my bed, my window's / Lit by a red light/ I have seen before, while
floating away
