Sunday Morning

Sunday morning in a tomb

I'm decomposing in my room

When the sun destroys the moon

With a hollow sonic boom

Sunday morning's out of tune

Because I'm stuck in a vacuum

Incandescent afternoon

Put me back in side the womb - (it's warm)

And I'm cold

Why wasn't I told

About - this ethereal haze

This diabolical maze

And I can't get out

Sunday morning in a daze

Coming off another craze

Sun flakes through a spider's web

That's got me tied down to this bed

Sunday morning in a jar

Like a pickled embryonic czar

There's shuffling demons in my head

Maybe next Sunday I'll wake up dead

Because I'm old

Why wasn't I told

About - this ethereal haze

This diabolical maze

And I can't get out

This ethereal haze

This diabolical maze

And I can't get out

This ethereal haze

This diabolical maze

And I can't get out

This ethereal haze

This diabolical maze

And I can't get out

© Sartisohn 2003