It was a sunday afternoon, kind of wet
and cheerless
and i didn't know what to do one time without you
in every mess i find myself a friend
getting off on the wrong side again
Am i part of your problem or on the side of solution
and all the curses ever spoken raise the power of confusion
i think i left my futures all behind
retreating through the loop holes in my mind
Sunday girl she shook me up
sunday girl she freaked me out
sunday girl she woke me from my sleep
And if a thousand slimy things can breathe, then why not me
what begins as fear always ends in folly
last night i tasted life again
last night i won and lost a friend
My island is so very peopled
like girls and roses they only last while they last