Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunday Nights, artist - Frank Turner. Date of issue: 03.09.2009
Song language: English
Sunday Nights |
| Sunday nights are slow surrender |
| It never lasts and we’ll never learn |
| We can still make this one to remember |
| It’s Sunday night and we’ve time to burn |
| Tomorrow morning can wait its turn |
| Charge your glasses and raise a toast |
| To the memory gained |
| To the sleep that we lost |
| Another weekend run to ground |
| Another passing coat of red painted across our town |
| Work is shallow, cuts are deep |
| But who would waste two days respite? |
| You can’t catch up on sleep |
| Here we are, last chance saloon |
| The ticking clock and a slow defeat |
| It’ll all be over soon |
| Sunday nights are slow surrender |
| It never lasts and we’ll never learn |
| We can still make this one to remember |
| It’s Sunday night and we’ve time to burn |
| Tomorrow morning can wait its turn |
| Once more friends unto the breach |
| Bleary-eyed, the stuff of dreams always slips out of reach |
| Defiance dressed up in crumpled clothes |
| Protest played out with a headache |
| Starting late but going slow |
| Though we know we have to be there |
| We have tasted freer air, we don’t have to care |
| Sunday nights are slow surrender |
| It never lasts and we’ll never learn |
| We can still make this one to remember |
| It’s Sunday night and we’ve time to burn |
| Tomorrow morning can wait its turn |
| All our days will fade away |
| In hazy nights and clear mistakes |
| So here’s to us and needs that must |
| Let’s raise a toast for one last boast |
| 'Cause |
| It’s Sunday night and we’ve time to burn |
| Tomorrow morning can wait its turn |