Lyrics The Sunday Drivers

The Sunday Drivers

Specially (today)

Listen to a velvet's song

Scarfs and pills to heal your throat.

All your years all my jokes,

and all the cigarettes we smoked

I don't know why

I don't know why

I don't know why

I don't know why

Specially, today I feel nobody cares for me.

I feel I'm the victim in my victories.

What's the truth? - is just a lie,

just a lie that's always on your side and never...

never is on mine

You make no noise when you walk

You eat me when I feel alone

for all the tiny things I bought,

bigger recompense you brought

I don't know why

I don't know why

I don't know why

I don't know why

Specially, today I feel no one is listening.

I feel I'm defeated but nobody wins.

What's the truth? - is just a lie,

just a lie that's always on your side and never...

never is on mine and I don't know why

No, I don't know why

No, I don't know why