Season of Illusions

Obliterate the Sunday you've been cherishing all week

Obliterate the Sunday, is a pleasure you can keep

I thought you'd learn newspeak today

But Esperanto's out of date

It's just another Sunday

Now Top of the Pops is dead

And if the morning gets you down

And then the evening lets you down

Obliterating Sunday's fair play.

Obliterate the Sunday

Just keep your phone away

Supposing wrong intentions won't make it easier to wait.

A Season of Illusions

A pocket full of doubts

A night of fading stars and a legacy of clouds

Obliterate the Sunday

The glass is out of reach

The heat wave's low relief, you'll find a palm tree in your sleep.

You're hiding from monsters

Dodging the seas

You spent the day scheming

You're the Houdini

Train has pulled up

Light has pulled in

A chance of escape

Come right up the street.

Obliterate the Sunday

You've been cherishing all week

Obliterate the Sunday is a pleasure you can keep

Season of illusions

Pocket full of doubts

A night of fading stars and a legacy of clouds

And if the morning gets you down

And then the evening lets you down

Obliterating Sunday's fair play.

You're hiding from monsters

Dodging the seas

You spent the day scheming

You're the Houdini

Train has pulled up

Light has pulled in

A chance of escape

Come right up the street.