Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sunday Morning , by - Cradle. Song from the album Soulbirds feat.Nieve & Jean, in the genre Release date: 05.01.2010
Record label: GOON TRAX, Palette Sounds
Song language: English
Sunday Morning |
| Can’t stop, addicted to the shindig |
| Chop Top, he says I’m gonna win big |
| Choose not a life of imitation |
| Distant cousin to the reservation |
| Defunct, the pistol that you pay for |
| This punk, the feelin' that you stay for |
| In time I want to be your best friend |
| East side love is living on the West End |
| Knocked out, but, boy, you better come to (Oh, oh-oh) |
| Don’t die, you know, the truth as some do (Oh-oh) |
| Go write your message on the pavement (Oh-oh) |
| Burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant |
| White heat is screamin' in the jungle (Oh, oh-oh) |
| Complete the motion if you stumble (Oh-oh) |
| Go ask the dust for any answers (Oh-oh) |
| Come back strong with fifty belly dancers |
| The world I love, the tears I drop |
| To be part of the wave, can’t stop |
| Ever wonder if it’s all for you? |
| The world I love, the trains I hop |
| To be part of the wave, can’t stop |
| Come and tell me when it’s time to |
| Sweetheart is bleeding in the snow cone |
| So smart, she’s leadin' me to ozone |
| Music, the great communicator |
| Use two sticks to make it in the nature |
| I’ll get you into penetration |
| The gender of a generation |
| The birth of every other nation |
| Worth your weight, the gold of meditation |
| This chapter’s gonna be a close one (Oh, oh-oh) |
| Smoke rings, I know you’re gonna blow one (Oh-oh) |
| All on a spaceship, persevering (Oh-oh) |
| Use my hands for everything but steering |
| Can’t stop the spirits when they need you (Oh, oh-oh) |
| Mop tops are happy when they feed you (Oh-oh) |
| J. Butterfly is in the treetop (Oh-oh) |
| Birds that blow the meaning into bebop |
| The world I love, the tears I drop |
| To be part of the wave, can’t stop |
| Ever wonder if it’s all for you? |
| The world I love, the trains I hop |
| To be part of the wave, can’t stop |
| Come and tell me when it’s time to |
| Wait a minute, I’m passin' out |
| Win or lose, just like you |
| Far more shockin' |
| Than anything I ever knew |
| How 'bout you? |
| Ten more reasons why I need |
| Somebody new, just like you |
| Far more shockin' |
| Than anything I ever knew |
| Right on cue |
| Can’t stop, addicted to the shindig |
| Chop Top, he says I’m gonna win big |
| Choose not a life of imitation |
| Distant cousin to the reservation |
| Defunct, the pistol that you pay for (Oh, oh-oh) |
| This punk, the feelin' that you stay for (Oh-oh) |
| In time I want to be your best friend (Oh-oh) |
| East side love is living on the West End |
| Knocked out, but boy, you better come to (Oh, oh-oh) |
| Don’t die, you know, the truth is some do (Oh-oh) |
| Go write your message on the pavement (Oh-oh) |
| Burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant |
| Kick start the golden generator |
| Sweet talk but don’t intimidate her |
| Can’t stop the gods from engineering |
| Feel no need for any interfering |
| Your image in the dictionary |
| This life is more than ordinary |
| Can I get two, maybe even three of these? |
| Comin' from the space to teach you of the Pleiades |
| Can’t stop the spirits when they need you |
| This life is more than just a read-through |