The Proclaimers - Sundays by John Calvin lyrics
[The Proclaimers - Sundays by John Calvin lyrics]
Gulping a glass of water
Pale from the lack of sleep
Watching an agile fox
As onto the wall he leaps
Something tells me it's Sunday
It's Sunday all today
The other days lost their power
But Sunday still has it's way
I can see them, I can hear them
All those half-remembered things
Like the Sundays by John Calvin
When they tied up all the swings
Other things can't reach me
I left them in the past
But Sunday always beats me
It's melancholy lasts
I can hear them, I can see them
All those half-remembered things
Like the Sundays by John Calvin
When they tied up all the swings
And now the shops stay open
And football can be played
But feeling blue on Sunday
I carry to this day
I'm gulping a glass of water
Pale from the lack of sleep
Watching an agile fox
As onto the wall he leaps
Pale from the lack of sleep
Watching an agile fox
As onto the wall he leaps
Something tells me it's Sunday
It's Sunday all today
The other days lost their power
But Sunday still has it's way
I can see them, I can hear them
All those half-remembered things
Like the Sundays by John Calvin
When they tied up all the swings
Other things can't reach me
I left them in the past
But Sunday always beats me
It's melancholy lasts
I can hear them, I can see them
All those half-remembered things
Like the Sundays by John Calvin
When they tied up all the swings
And now the shops stay open
And football can be played
But feeling blue on Sunday
I carry to this day
I'm gulping a glass of water
Pale from the lack of sleep
Watching an agile fox
As onto the wall he leaps