Sunday from Lovely by Spot

This is a real Sunday
It’s dragging the day along
Rain is dripping down on me
Acid in my eyes

As I wipe it out with the backs of my hands
I hear myself singing a little poem
It popped up like a mushroom
Pushing its small white hat above the ground

Words can be sweet
The cracking of the skin of a perfect cherry
And the cool taste is running into my mouth
Alcohol

Be silent, it’s better not to speak sometimes
It’s alright, better not to speak sometimes
‘Cause it is a rare thing for me to hear my heart sing

I am projecting you leaning against a brick wall
Or upon the grey sky, the biggest screen of all
And I’m hiding away inside my coat
‘cause I don’t want to run into anyone I know
cause sometimes

Words can be sour
Like putting a bottle of milk to my lips and discovering
It has already gone bad, poison

Be silent, it’s better not to speak sometimes
It’s alright, better not to speak sometimes
‘Cause it is a rare thing for me to hear my heart sing

Poison

• Ambient
• Electronic
• Experimental
• Hoorn
• electropop
• idm
• indie pop
• pop
• synthpop
• Hilversum