It's Sunday
and the world loves itself
for all of it's faults
and it's explosions of wealth
A - E - A - E
you . . . you stand naked
in front of your true love's words
she tells you she's not seen worse and
eyeeeeeees of the wooorrrrld
will still buuurrrrrn
and then tuuurrrrrn
well Sunday
E - A - E - A - E
This strange world
yea, you wear it like a crown
it's beautiful and senseless
but it's tragedy you found
A - E - A - E
when . . .when you look into her eyes
you can tell she's just as ugly as
reflections that you despise
eyeeeeeees of the wooorrrrld
will still buuurrrrrn
and then tuuurrrrrn
well Sunday
*then play Intro twice *