Sundays (Remastered) from Waves (Remastered) by Adult Insects

Behind the alley where I lost my head
I was walking through that park and it was raining in your stead
As the scenery melted by, I replayed your every word
I couldn't help but think things could be much less absurd

All I wanted was to leave the door open
Turn the page, going through the motions

But lately
It seems like Sundays last whole years
And what is lying but living in fear
Of saying I'm sorry for the
pain that I've caused
But it's too late, I know, because I see you're walking away

Every Sunday morning I'm hanging by the thread
Of what I'd done last Saturday trying to clear out my damn head
Of what you'd left behind, the clothes, the books, the sheets of white
Now take me like a thunderstorm and fly me like a kite

All I wanted was to leave the door open
Turn the page, going through the motions

But lately
It seems like Sundays last whole years
And what is lying but living in fear
Of saying I'm sorry for the
pain that I've caused
But it's too late, I know, because I see you're walking away

• Album Oriented Rock
• Classic Rock mixed with Modern
• Progressive Rock
• Rock
• progressive metal
• two-piece
• Independence