Lyrics The Sundays

The Sundays

I Feel

I feel fine...

Don't wake me up yet

O the young & the old they get everything

& it's my turn

I'm here, I'm someone to know

I'm calling the tune but

I'm losing the words

Laughingly I take the fevered applause

Of the people by the riverside

I'm walking, walking on water

God knows why

I'm losing the words

I am a man

Well nearly

Celebrate life, be good to yourself

Don't wake me like that

I was dreaming & I'd rather carry on

Give me a love & hate on both my hands

I'll show you what I'm made of

Wasting my breath when I say that

Don't wake me like that

I was dreaming & I'm tired of everyone

Here's hoping that you'll

Go now so long leave me alone

Give me a love & hate on both my hands

I'll show you what I'm made of

Wasting my breath when I say that

Love hates

A pair of hands

That's where I began

Just be good, good to yourself

I feel fine

Don't wake me up yet

'cause I feel tired

Don't be like that

We don't need to work any more now

Open that ground up and slip down