Lyrics The Sundays

The Sundays

Through the Dark

Oh innocent smiles, how they put you to shame

Same televised lines, I've seen the film before

Sicilian men, they're going to save their name

Leaving their brides in black shawls again

See how it's shining through the dark

As the teardrops fall and it illuminates the room

And we can't stop staring for a moment

Some silver-screen starlet

But it's my story she's living in

In a smoke-filled room pressed up against the door

See how it's shining through the dark

As the kettle boils

And it illuminates the room

Entertain me, eyes on this prize

Hello, I'm drowning in your tide

Welcome, so close to my pale skin I'm there

But one touch and it's gone

Same black and white blonde

You know the face but never her name

Hillbilly young boys

Without a tooth between them

See how it's shining through the dark

Spinning a dream for the wide-awake

And it illuminates the room

Entertain me, fixing your eyes on the prize

Hello, I'm drowning in your tide

Welcome, so close to my pale skin I'm there

Stay, don't roll away now

(or Sister stay now, don't run now)

This is my magic world

And it's pulling me under so stay