Lyrics Sunday Morning - Árstíðir

Sunday Morning

Early in a Sunday Morning
she cries all alone
I can feel her sorrow thru the wall
empty as she walks the hallway
left alone
but she won’t be the one who calls
For there are seven different sins
after one, it all begins,
until the moon will hit the stars
they were like crashing cars
but when will anybody care
We all share our ups and downs
in this quiet town of ours
but as it is, it’s raining every day
How can it go forever, does anybody know
somehow we must find a way
Listen everybody you must see
how it all must be for me
you don’t have to worry
different times will make you see
it can be great again, you’ll see