Cz. K. Sebő - Out of pressure dalszöveg (lyrics)

Out of pressure Sunday morning
Feeling nothing but this soaring
Im alone here in this gray room
With a tought of a beer, drinking coffee

I hope I’m not the same as yesterday
I’m felling more pain but at least not shame
You think, and you want me to cry
But, I’m sitting here and just melt my love

Another morning after a boring night with you
Why are you falling into the see of society
Im here singing, sit down and hear me
What I seek is harmony