So Much

Sundays

dream and fantasize

Slave to your desire, you'll buy anything

Curse and criticize

middle-aged and at your door

and they're selling you the son of God



it's so hard to ignore

You want so much and then you want some more

somehow your appetite grows

you'd just love what you can't possess

you know it's out there somewhere



read and memorize

make a wish come true

and you can telephone free

eyes and ears and mouth and nose

in a face that you compose

but it cuts you like never before



it's so hard to ignore

You want so much and then you want some more

somehow your appetite grows

you'd just love what you can't possess

you know it's out there

somewhere



it's so hard to ignore

You'd really love so much

and then you'd go spoil yourself with more

strange how your appetite's grown

till you're just lying in a corner upstairs

looking out there

somewhere