Graham Coxon - Feel Alright lyrics

Oh, Sunday morning not a scrap in sight
I'll go without, I do it out of
Spite, all by myself, yeah
Food's lost it's flavour, I refuse to bite
Do myself no favours, I stay in
Every night, ashtrays in rows, but you know

I feel alright, it's just
Another Sunday morning
Then it's Sunday night i feel alright
It's just the ghost of you behind
Me sitting right up tight

I'll read the paper, but it's yesterdays
The world's gone mad and I'm going
The same way, all by myself, yeah
When the sun is shining
But it don't give no hope
I'm into whining, and I'm all out of
Soap but it's good to feel dirty, yeah
When you feel alright just
Another Sunday morning, everything's alright
I feel alright
It's just the ghost of you behind me
Sitting right up tight
Sitting right up tight

So many miles, between me and you
So many days, I don't know what
To do, be by myself, then I know

I'll be alright on another Sunday morning
Another Sunday night
I'll be alright with the ghost of you
Behind me sitting right up tight
Sitting right up tight, sitting
Right up tight, sitting right up tight