Counting Crows "Sundays" paroles

Sundays

Coloured rubbers and a bedroom setI wouldn’t know it if it hit meYou take a little step and then it feels like loveI think I better get a little of it in meGive me a kiss I think it feels like loveGive me a kiss I think it feels like sunshineC’mon baby, light me upI wanna look into your eyes until I go blind and…

You think that you can do without meI can’t do anything at allYou think that you can do without meBut I don’t believe in SundaysAnd I don’t believe in anything at all

Your mother made you in a parking lotMy mother made me out of flesh and wireTry to remember what you might forgetI try to remember everythingTry to remember so you don’t disappearTry to remember so you don’t fade awayYour mother made you out of smoke and rainYour mother made you in a fire that’s faded

You think that you can do without meAnd I can’t do anything at allYou think that you can do without meBut I don’t believe in SundaysAnd I don’t believe in anything at all

I wanna touch you for the things I’m losingI wanna touch you for my self-respectGive me a reason or I might stop breathingGive me a reason why I’m soaking wetGotta stop breathing cuz the sky is fallingI might go out and watch the moon explodeGive me directions to the highway crossingI’ll go lie down in the middle of the road

You think that you can do without meI can’t do anything at allYou think that you can do without meBut I don’t believe in SundaysAnd I don’t believe in anything at all

I don’t believe in SundaysAnd I don’t believe in anythingI don’t believe in anything at all

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