Sunday Nights-Frank Turner

歌手 : Frank Turner
专辑 : Poetry Of The Deed
语种 : 英语
时长 : 04:04

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TXT Sunday Nights-Frank Turner 文本歌词

Sunday nights are slow surrender
It never lasts and we'll never learn
We can still make this one to remember
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn
Tomorrow morning can wait its turn
Charge your glasses raise a toast
To the memory gained
To the sleep that we lost
Another weekend run to ground
Another passing coat of red
Painted across our town
Work is shallow cuts are deep
Who would waste two days respite
You can't catch up on sleep
So here we are last chance saloon
The ticking clock and a slow defeat
It'll all be over soon
Sunday nights are slow surrender
It never lasts and we'll never learn
We can still make this one to remember
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn
Tomorrow morning can wait its turn
Once more friends unto the breach
Bleary eyed the stuff of dreams
Always slips out of reach
Defiance dressed in crumpled clothes
Protest played out with a headache
Starting late but going slow
Though we know we have to be here
We have tasted freer air we don't have to care
Sunday nights are slow surrender
It never lasts and we'll never learn
We can still make this one to remember
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn
Tomorrow morning can wait its turn
All our days will fade away
In hazy nights and clear mistakes
So here's to us and needs that must
Let's raise a toast for one last boast
'Cause it's Sunday night and we've time to burn
Tomorrow morning can wait its turn