Sunday Morning Call

Here's another sunday morning call

You hear yer head-a-banging on the door

Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl

Into the day that couldn't give you more

But what for?



And in your head do you feel

What you're not supposed to feel

And you take what you want

But you don't get it for free

You need more time

Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more

But I'm not sure if it will ever work out right

But it's ok, it's all right



When you're lonely and you start to hear

The little voices in your head at night

You will only sniff away the tears

So you can dance until the morning light

But at what price?



And in your head do you feel

What you're not supposed to feel

And you take what you want

But you can't get all for free

You need more time

Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more

And I'm not sure if it'll ever work out right

If it'll ever, ever, ever works out right

Cos it never, never, never works out right



And in your head do you feel

What you're not supposed to feel

And you take what you want

But you won't get help for free

You need more time

Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more

But I'm not sure if it will ever, ever, ever work out right

if it will ever, ever, ever work out right

will it ever, ever, ever work out right