Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Catholic Sunday , by - Pink Turns Blue. Song from the album Aerdt, in the genre Release date: 04.08.1991
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
Catholic Sunday |
| And now I’m happy willing to die |
| But still fond of my life |
| This is a symbol for taking up my cross I had such confidence in myself that day |
| This is art of war |
| I’ll undoubtely be burned alive |
| Failure makes things seem stupid |
| That is what I have come to |
| Watch your heart being torn |
| Without staying to look behind |
| I’m a scoundrel ain’t I? |
| Sucking your life blood |
| You shall live eternally |
| In my heart |
| I say |
| It was the wound to my pride that made me fall ill |
| I was upon the point of killing myself a time |
| I like to suffer that’s my role |
| You say |
| I’m going to run away |
| I’m going to run away |
| On Catholic Sunday |
| Watching my heart being torn |
| Yes I wanted your tears |
| Watching you all the night |
| I’m running home now |
| Your eyes will follow me to the end of earth |
| Among the ruins |
| Engaged at seeing my own blood flow |
| I’m not able to control my mind |
| Have been getting too full of bile |
| As most people do their first love |
| Collection of false maxims and dull commonplace |
| Time has come to unravel the know |
| A clean break |
| I thought you had died |
| Is there really to find such strength in your will to live that life |
| Despite your melancholic eyes |
| There’s something wrong |
| Inside |
| Oh what a vile |
| On Catholic Sunday |