Sunday – Eden (Bélgica) – letras

Why is it always someone else’s hand you are holdingWhy is it always someone else’s lips you are holdingWhen you come my door will always be openWhen you sleep I will always be hopingCan you drive around my houseDon’t you think that Sunday is alrightBring along your staplegunAnd we write poems all through the nightWhy is it always some say the world will end in fireWhy is it always you keep running away from desireWhen you come my door will always be openWhen you sleep I will always be hopingCan you drive around my houseDon’t you think that Sunday is alrightBring along your staplegunAnd we write poems all through the nightMy mother said that I never should play with the gipsies in the woodIf I did she would sayNaughty girl to disobey, disobey, disobeyNaughty girl to disobeyCan you drive around my houseDon’t you think that sunday is alrightBring along your staplegunAnd we write poems all through the night©opyrights