Låttexter: Doctors & Dealers. Lost Friends And Newfound Habits. Sunday Morning.

Sunday morning, without warning
knocks me off my feet.
Out of order, on the border
where two weeks meet.
Next week's calling
with golden promises
Ask me to forgive
the last week's misery.

Sunday morning, thoughts are roaming
round in my head.
they possess me, but they bless me
to stay in bed.
When I ponder, I still wonder
who to blame
things I've lost in aim
to keep it all the same
there's a disbelief
if it's joy or grief

I have gone thru a week,
acting like a trouble addict
I have gone thru a week
with lost friends and new found habits.
They are all the same,
oh yeah they are all the same.
Lack of guidance and sense
will make it hard for me to win this game.

Freaks and fairies judge me daily,
verdicts will burn.
Stuck in decadence, but to my defence,
I live as I learn.
Sunday morning, I'm mourning,
but I am sane.
I'm not choosing what I'm losing
only what I gain.

I have gone thru a week,
acting like a trouble addict
I have gone thru a week
with lost friends and new found habits.
They are all the same,
oh yeah they are all the same.
Lack of guidance and sense
will make it hard for me to win this game


(Thanks to Adolf for these lyrics)