When Sunday Spills – Echolyn – letras

These walls are thinWe hear everything above a whisperSo she smokes weed and likes to drinkShe just beat cancer aloneSo don’t give another day to thisAlways over her shoulderAfraid in her own homeYou keep and grow your own gardenAnd I’ve seen you drinkYou know it’s not a very pretty sightSo don’t give another day to thisThings got uglyUgly got so violentShe rarely goes out to find her summertimeAnd her sun, it never smiles or comes out these daysWhen her Sunday spills, the pavement’s had its fillIt breaks the Kansas QuietI’m waiting for the shotThe language you use leaves no doubtyour marriage is deadShe screams: Wife beater! Why?But, no one’s really sureYou know we’ve heard so many hurtful thingsSo don’t give another day to thisAlthough she’s never feeling right, she’s afraid to goHe’s never wrong, she’s never right, she’s afraid to goShe’s given everything, can’t give another dayNothing could be farther from what’s been twisted now