Sundays
by Ty Kovatch


We could sail away and go to nowhere special
Or we could fall apart, I'd love you just the same
Or we could stand around pretending we were strangers
I don't know, I'm always up to play the game

Cuz Sunday's make me feel so ordinary
But nothing makes me feel like you
And if your feeling sort of secondary
I can make it up to you

We could spend the night trying to remember
Or you could ask me cuz I will always know
You could ask me why I called you in the summer
Sun, will, go
The sun is always, always on my side

Chorus

I am always sort of sorry
I am always sort of scared
I am always so delusional I know
I never really thought you cared, yeah

Chorus

© Ty Kovatch 1999

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