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
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