All the Sundays Songtext

von Buttercup

It feels like all the sundays
In the world
It feels like all the sundays
In the world
When you're gone

That dreaded Sunday feeling
It's coming on
The whole whole weight of the world
Keeps pressing down

It feels like all the sundays
In the world
It feels like all the sundays
In the world
When you're gone

There's glasses to keep the sun from being too bright
Not a soul to tell my troubles to tonight
And all you have to do is smile
And every little thing will bask in the sun of your eyes

It feels like all the sundays
In the world
It feels like all the sundays
In the world
When you're gone