Letra de Sunday

Windows, by design they're always closed
It's hopeless, they'll never open oh no
And burning we can't escape this house alone
On the best night we work to Sunday for ... life
So for a ... so, can ... to now
Nothing matters but here after, here after
Becoming, something I never was before
Awakened, by the truth I can't ignore
And journeying on to the path I have in stored
On the best night we work to Sunday for ... life
So for a ... so, can ... to now
Nothing matters but here after, here after
Becoming, something I never was before
Awakened, by the truth I can't ignore
And journeying on to the path I have in stored
It's sound ... line, but it works for me
Feels like I'm running in vain, I know that you can see
If you can read my mind as be as lost as me
Only changes time
So I'll wait to Sunday morning I'll see the light
Before a dying soul, conflicted now
Though nothing matters but here after, here after
Wait till Sunday morning I'll see the light
Before a dying soul, conflicted now
Though nothing matters but here after, here after