Crying on sunday After church To wake up on monday Everything's worse. Forgive me on tuesday Or live with the curse Of crying on sunday After church.
Traducció: Joseph Arthur. El diumenge plorant.
Crying on sunday After church To wake up on monday Everything's worse. Forgive me on tuesday Or live with the curse Of crying on sunday After church
2 a.m., wide awake lying on my bed Tuning on the radio, oh Tryna make the emptiness go, yeah, yeah I've been up, I've been reading and crying Tryna love
] Will you still love me on a Monday morning 72 hours ain't that long Will you still love me on Monday morning Will you hold on after the weekend's gone
on the stair I turn around to see you smiling there In front of me And if you want it come and get it Crying out loud The love that I was giving you
shines Like saying prayers on a Sunday, makes me feel so divine I never knew such a burning love before Oh you stop and you hear me crying out for more
All alone on a Sunday morning Outside I see the rain is falling Inside I'm slowly dying But the rain will hide my crying, crying, crying And you, don
All alone on a Sunday morning Outside I see the rain is falling Inside I'm slowly dying But the rain will hide my crying, crying, crying And you don'
When we really cared? And when love was on our side On our side I remember all the times before When we could spend our evening Staring at the ceiling, lying on
, "Sister why go crying when you can watch it all burn down And sit here dreaming of our Hawaiian island world?" Preacher said his church has been empty two Sundays
see is people lovin' me Have you ever had two girls crying same time? Oh Lord, gimme some sunshine Have you ever been to church on a Monday? Have you ever been drunk on a Sunday
I was flicking through the channels on the TV On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain Trying to piece together conversations, Trying to find out where to
all the same to you Lord I think I'll stay dry Now it's church on Sunday It's a bar on Friday night It's work on Monday The preacher Lord you know he
of bed? It's just another day. It's just another day. Just like the other day. Sunday's lies have just written themselves on the wall, I should be crying
( Molly-Ann Leikin / Annette Tucker / Arthur Hamilton ) 1- On a sunday morning In a town near Montreal A baby in a basket Cried outside the convent
never left me. I'll say "I told you so" I told you so. Verse 1- I used to think it mattered. How hard it was to cry. Crying's just a reflex now to you
