Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sundays, artist - Counting Crows.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Sundays |
Coloured rubbers and a bedroom set |
I wouldn’t know it if it hit me You take a little step and then it feels like love |
I think I better get a little of it in me Give me a kiss |
I think it feels like love |
Give me a kiss |
I think it feels like sunshine |
C’mon baby, light me up |
I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind |
You think that you can do without me I can’t do anything at all |
You think that you can do without me But I don’t believe in Sundays |
And I don’t believe in anything at all |
Your mother made you in a parking lot |
My mother made me out of flesh and wire |
Try to remember what you might forget |
I try to remember everything |
Try to remember so you don’t disappear |
Try to remember so you don’t fade away |
Your mother made you out of smoke and rain |
Your mother made you in a fire that’s faded |
You think that you can do without me And I can’t do anything at all |
You think that you can do without me But I don’t believe in Sundays |
And I don’t believe in anything at all |
I wanna touch you for the things I’m losing |
I wanna touch you for my self-respect |
Give me a reason or I might stop breathing |
Give me a reason why I’m soaking wet |
Gotta stop breathing cuz the sky is falling |
I might go out and watch the moon explode |
Give me directions to the highway crossing |
I’ll go lie down in the middle of the road |
You think that you can do without me I can’t do anything at all |
You think that you can do without me But I don’t believe in Sundays |
And I don’t believe in anything at all |
I don’t believe in Sunday |
And I don’t believe in anything |
I don’t believe in anything at all |