Feel itI want to get outCan’t you see itThat I won’t surviveWith the sundays in my pocketAnd a little bit of honeyI’ll get byWith the sundays in my pocketAnd a little bit of honeyI’ll get byI’m breathingIn and outBut i’m not livingMy own lifeWith the sundays in my pocketAnd a little bit of honeyI’ll get byWith the sundays in my pocketAnd a little bit of honeyI’ll get byI’m coming to get youWhen you’re lying in your bedI’m coming to get youWith your lies widespreadI’m coming to get youIn the back like a boyI’m coming to get youTo steal your soulI’m sleepingBad at nightThis darknessTurns me inside outWith the sundays in my pocketAnd a little bit of honeyI’ll get byWith the sundays in my pocketAnd a little bit of honeyI’ll get byI’m coming to get youWhen you’re lying in your bedI’m coming to get youWith your lies widespreadI’m coming to get youIn the back like a boyI’m coming to get youTo steal your soulNow