Sunday Warning

Another Sunday for a weak end

Struck from the bed, head first

The arrow contact that carried further distance

Where were you when you were here

Some memories often not quite remembered

Some memories remain stains

Train track star love of golf club hunting

X marks the reason, X marks the reason

Sometimes the colors of my words upset the colors in your head

Every Sunday warning

Come back Casa Blanca

Winter was our killer everywhere so long and lovely

Head for the comfort of your comfort

I don't believe I still believe you

Held for the last time

Held long lasting until whether we were at all

Every Sunday morning

There's an early warning to the way we are

Used to talk for hours in the arctic showers of a driving rain

Almost lost control of medicative holds on one winter wonder year

We could cut our eyes out

We could cut our eyes out, we could cut our eyes

But through all the changes

It's the end that made us, made us what we are

Every Sunday morning

There's an early warning to the way we are

Used to talk for hours in the arctic showers of a driving rain

Almost lost control of medicative holds on one winter wonder year

We could cut our eyes out

We could cut our eyes out, we could cut our eyes

But through all the changes

It's the end that made us, made us what we are

So you say the feelings remain

Face the fall, we fail just the same

This is how we fall, this is how we fall