Lyrics The Sundays

The Sundays

Leave This City

Gone forever, the writing on the wall

They've boarded-up the cinema

Strawberry dreams and the dust-filled beams

Shut down in a modern town

See you walking, see you talking

Recollection on streets you used to know

Forgotten pleasures smoulder

Images fade but the town won't let them go

Sleepwalking, see you talking

Feel the city inside you

Oh, leave this city behind you

Drive wherever the roads will take you to

Down beside a river frozen brown

January days and their scarecrow trees

So cold feel your ears burn

See you walking, see you talking

Feel the city inside you

Oh leave this city behind you

Past and present they converge on every side

The wires all get tangled when now and then collide

Bittersweet taste of a time and another place before

Sleep walking, see you talking

Feel the city inside you

Oh feel this city define you

Yeah leave this city behind you