Like when I wake up on a sunday
The radio whispers, telling me all the same
I pick up a different brand, to make a change
Than I see I'm on my way, back from where I came

Sweet faces in portraits
Kept over for ages in my memories
Now I put then on the wall, an incomplete collection
Of early affections, falling down

Like when I wake up on a sunday
Every thing is undiscovered by my staring eyes
I see I have to pay for my mistakes
If it was in a different time
I would run and hide before the morning break

There have been meaningful days
Left over for ages on this dusty shelf
And all this years calling me back
Make me feel like skip the track
It's the worst song the ever hit the top

It's not a proper end
Just people acting sweet
In their finest black suits
Around a dead bed indeed

And from the world they'll only get what they deserve
Everybody has the chance to leave

They are not my friends
But they are just like me
In their finest black suits
Around the dead bed indeed