Lyrics The Sundays

The Sundays

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Burning questions

We are told they've gone out

Time you learned your lesson

We all know that

Tell me boys are you out there?

The flesh is weak & the mind slow

By now, you could say there's a problem

And it rained down on me

And it seemed to get into me

It poured down over me

I'm wet through

But I still want more

Peace, love now what?

Don't go telling me you've had them

O delighted, we all know

We won't be alive any more and

By now you could say there's a problem

And it rained down on me

And it seemed to get into me

I'm soaked to my skin

I'm wet through

I really ought to be in

Will you let me have a sign?

And somebody ought to reply

We'll take anything at all

Understand me?

Fun times we have known

That's what we're like

We've just taken them all

And I still don't remember how I got home

Don't tell me where we're going

Now I know we won't be alive any more