Sundays

Coloured rubbers and a bedroom set

I wouldn’t know it if it hit me

You take a little step and then it feels like love

I think I better get a little of it in me

Give me a kiss

I think it feels like love

Give me a kiss

I think it feels like sunshine

C'mon, baby, light me up

I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind

You think that you can do without me

I can't do anything at all

You think that you can do without me

But I don't believe in Sundays

And I don't believe in anything at all

[Verse 2]

Your mother made you in a parking lot

My mother made me out of flesh and wire

Try to remember what you might forget

I try to remember everything

Try to remember so you don't disappear

Try to remember so you don't fade away

Your mother made you out of smoke and rain

Your mother made you in a fire that's fading

You think that you can do without me

And I can’t do anything at all

You think that you can do without me

But I don’t believe in Sundays

And I don’t believe in anything at all

I wanna touch you for the things I'm losing

I wanna touch you for my self-respect

Give me a reason or I might stop breathing

Give me a reason why I'm soaking wet

Gotta stop breathing 'cause the sky is falling

I might go out and watch the moon explode

Give me directions to the highway crossing

I'll go lie down in the middle of the road

You think that you can do without me

I can’t do anything at all

You think that you can do without me

But I don’t believe in Sundays

And I don’t believe in anything at all

I don’t believe in Sundays

And I don’t believe in anything

I don’t believe in anything at all