Sundays Counting Crows

LRC by SouL Coloured rubbers and a bedroom set I wouldn't know it if it hit me You take a little step and then it feels like love I think I better get a little of it in me Give me a kiss I think

Sundays Moonpools & Caterpillars

Is there a yearning inside, That keeps the spirit breaking. Is there a yearning inside? That reminds us we'll succeed? I've lost once before, I'm older now.

sundays PILLOW

잠시 누워 나의 방의 하늘 내가 원했던 건 이런 색깔이었나 불이 꺼진 위에서 아래로 더 fallin 압박을 피해서 한참을 서 있다 눈은 더 패였고 짙어지는 다크써클 보낸 밤이 묻히고 떠난 걸 쌓여버린 컵 몇번의 생각과 그 안을 함께 삼켰어 Don’t play around me No more Cuz I feel the same way Anyway How long

Seven Sundays Extreme

One day we'll find the time to spend, together until then, My Love IF I HAD ONE WISH IT WOULDN'T BE HARD TO CHOOSE SEVEN SUNDAYS IN A ROW CAUSE THAT'S THE DAY THAT I SPEND WITH YOU Someday

Giant Formula Sundays

I want to believe I’m here for a cause And I want to see the world is it was But I am a boy inside of a man Slowly facing the riddle of being simple with a plan The moment we came and the moment we

Love The Sundays

Love picture myself as a thin white child back to the day I was born on they slapped me into line as it crossed my mind I've felt better I've felt worse this is my life and it's all very well but

GREAT BIG SKY SUNDAYS

You and me through the southlands With nothing else on our minds I Can still hear you howling In the warm starry night We had time to kill And Miles to beat While a great big sky kept hanging over

Remembering Sundays Masego

I remember Sundays afternoon time When the world was something large and strange [Verse 1] I need a small town Don't know where to live now I need emotion I need a caravan Hate a Mercedes-Benz I don't

Sundays And Holidays Red House Painters

What do you think in the back seat Traveling through the yellow open state Am I too slow to turn my thoughts to words To turn meaningless to meaning Am I too down to notice smell and sound To tell dull

So Much The Sundays

So Much dream and fantasize Slave to your desire, you'll buy anything Curse and criticize middle-aged and at your door and they're selling you the son of God it's so hard to ignore You want

God Made Me The Sundays

God Made Me looking for an insult there's a trickle in my head seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself talks that we had are becoming a blur if only I could love my neighbour waiting here

I Feel The Sundays

don't wake me up yet o the young & the old they get everything & it's my turn I'm here, I'm someone to know I'm calling the tune but I'm losing the words laughingly I take the fevered applause

Somedays Sundays Polarkreis 18

I'm with you Come play for me alone I'm here I'm all aloneYou know thatYou know I careYou know thatYou know I careWatching myselfNowWatchign myselfNowWatching myselfYou know thatYou know I careWatc...

(Bonus Track) Sunday, Lovely Sunday Edson

Sundays are slow Never pretentious oh no Silent and closed And we don't really have to know Where to go Holding hands with the one I love She wears mittens I wear gloves There must be someone above

your eyes The Sundays

them we뭨e far too drunk to see these things as they are you painted me and I sat quite still a tiny room in Notting Hill it was far too dark to look at things as they are I뭭e seen the

More The Sundays

the flesh is weak & the mind slow by now, you could say there's a problem and it rained down on me and it seemed to get into me it poured down over me I'm wet through but I still want more peace

summertime The Sundays

summertime Do some people wind up with the one that they adore in a heart-shaped hotel room it's what a heart is for the bubble floats so madly will it stay sky-high?

Can'T Be Sure The Sundays

give me a story and give me a bed give me possessions oh love luck and money they go to my head like wildfire it's good to have something to live for you'll find live for tomorrow live for a job and a

I won The Sundays

take a candle to a cellar tonight and I'd like to take some matches there and set it alight I can, cos I've seen those kind of places before ooh, I'd like to have a party in a cellar tonight and I'd love

You're Not The Only One I Know The Sundays

where's the harm in voicing a doubt you'll find me in the lavatory and where's the harm in talking out loud when I'm on my own what's so wrong with reading my stars when I'll be in the lavatory and what

Sunday, Lovely Sunday Edson

Sundays are slow Never pretentious, oh no Silent and closed And we don't really have to know Where to go Holding hands with the one I love She wears mittens, I wear gloves There must be someone

Season Of Sundays Vanishing Point

Season Of Sundays Take a look mankind, what have we done Walk on silent, what has become This age we lead that leaves regret We move forward and we forget Look now mankind, what has become See in these

Smokin' On Sundays The Hotknives

Smokin' on Sundays, wasting my time, so leave me on Sundays, Sundays are mine. Smokin' on Sundays, wasting my time, so leave me on Sundays, Sundays are mine.

We Don't Celebrate Sundays Hardcore Superstar

> Come, smash up your seats tonight Sippin'on wine I'm fine The music keeps me up all night Cause I'm full of lust Come with us Run for your lives I'm only lonely when the music's over Lonely when you're

Field Day For The Sundays Wire

What is this feeling called love? What is this crazy thing I can't explain anyhow? What is this feeling called love? What is this crazy scene I can't work out anyhow?

A Perfect Sunday 노이즈캣

Sundays slide away All your dreams for the days will be different I'd rather say We fly away everywhere Sundays slide away All my times fade away We've been nowhere this time We're going to everywhere

Here's Where The Story Ends The Sundays

people I know places I go make me feel tongue tied I can see how people look down they're on the inside here's where the story ends people I see, weary of me showing my good side I can see how people look

leave this city The Sundays

leave this city gone forever, the writing on the wall they뭭e boarded-up the cinema strawberry dreams and the dust-filled beams shut down in a modern town see you walking, see you talking

my finest hour The Sundays

my finest hour when the world, it shows me up my clothes, they show me up I never knew this before the finest hour that I've ever known was finding a pound on the Underground when my words came

folk song The Sundays

folk song summer sky and a throat bone dry and the fields are all gold dusty lane with a song in my brain and it stoned me to my soul I climb higher move towards the fire.....blaze sun silver

Life And Soul The Sundays

here dive below here I go we're on the shore down by the sea here I go water under's cool we're the life & soul here on the shore we're going to be here I go it's all my sea all my blue

Life & Soul The Sundays

Life & Soul here dive below, here I go we're on the shore, down by the sea here I go water under's cool we're the life and soul here on the shore, we're going to be here I go it's all my sea

monochrome The Sundays

monochrome it뭩 4 in the morning July in ?

On Earth The Sundays

On Earth and she's walking on the edge of a knife and she knows it's the death of her Sarah you live & you learn you're invisible and she's walking on the edge of a crowd late at night you can never

skin & bones The Sundays

skin & bones you know, and I've been wondering you know, all the way home whether the world will see I'm a better man than others by far you know, I've had it so good how loathsome, and not quite

homeward The Sundays

living alone and a butterfly in the wind is drifting like I do it뭩 dumb - I know what I want to say but I can뭪 even take one breath as night falls I hear voices on the radio (ooh

What do you think? The Sundays

I need a night off I can't stay here I'm sure to find a way out of this I need a night off just read my lips are you getting the message?

a certain someone The Sundays

a certain someone live your life, have your say read your stars, day by day if I could have anything in the world for free I wouldn't share it with anyone else but me oh, live your life, go your

24 Hours The Sundays

24 Hours few true cares have I as the world turns round I was blind but now I'm still blind too few cares have I as the world turns sour I was blind but now I'm still blind I liked you for 24

Medicine The Sundays

Medicine dig down to the earth here outside lose my mind here any day now don't be sad, we're only half way there o no, that's what I call home you remember the hills we slithered down "I'm not

Goodbye The Sundays

Goodbye I vow that it's goodbye and God bless why did we have to assume we're exactly the same?

hideous towns The Sundays

hideous towns don't ask me why, don't ask me why I'll join the army, the Salvation Army but it didn't help don't ask me why, don't ask me why I joined the army, but it drove me barmy and it didn't

another flavour The Sundays

another flavour fashion - the timing뭩 all wrong they taste another flavour and pretty soon you뭨e gone fashion - this time it뭩 too late you knew you뭗 have to pay for this

I kicked a boy The Sundays

I kicked a boy when the weather's fine, when it's sunny outside think about the time I kicked a boy 'til he cried oh, I could've been wrong, but I don't think I was he's such a child when I am alone

Blood on my hands The Sundays

Blood on my hands when people say it's sad you know it can't be bad and on any other day I'd be soul destroyed but now I can't afford to listen to a word they say and of all the times we had o

cry The Sundays

cry and I'm standing on a platform now I'm staring from a train and all the trees roll back beside but I'm so oblivious to the dark to the light it's all the same you gave me so much and now

joy The Sundays

joy the Lone Ranger sold his wardrobe the Lone Ranger sold his bad dog well you saw him and you could hardly know cos times change....

she The Sundays

she she뭩 all weak and her heart beats so she can뭪 speak with the lights so low just to be one of a crowd feet scuttling across the floor spinning lights round and round it뭩

Wild Horses The Sundays

As the sun goes down on the arizona plain and the wind whistles by like a runaway train hey hey hey it's a beautiful thing well it's me and you and a flatbed truck my heart kicking over like a whitetail

Skin And Bones The Sundays

you know, and I've been wondering you know, all the way home whether the world will see I'm a better man than others by far you know, I've had it so good how loathsome, and not quite my style work