Lyrics The Sundays

The Sundays

Goodbye

I vow that it's goodbye

I vow that it's goodbye and God bless

Why did we have to assume

We're exactly the same?

O no, talking about yourself

I vow that it's goodbye to the old ways

Those stories were a good read

They were dumb as well

I could never be seen

Falling down on my knees crawling

O no, talk about a sell

O as the heavens shudder baby

I belong to you

O they said you get what you deserve

And all they said was true

So is this what it's come to?

Am I cold or just a little bit warm?

O well

Just give me an easy life and a peaceful death