On A Sunday (12" Version)-Nick Heyward

"On A Sunday (12"" Version)" - Nick Heyward On a Sunday I said that everything was my way But could have been her way She left me round about spring last may And had it all her way Someday today I'll forget about us Travel in the rain on a hesitant day Gathering sticks on Sunday Makes my everything in between Gathering sticks on Sunday Makes me forget all I've been I know it sounds funny but I just got in the way Lost in his own day Never love past honor just speak today And had it my own way Lost in a day on a Grey Sunday Travel in the rain on a hesitant day Gathering sticks on Sunday Makes my everything in between Gathering sticks on Sunday Makes me forget all I've been But everybody knows I'm someone Gathering all his sticks in dreams The sevenoakes of vanity But you suffer for your jealousies On a Sunday We spoke out late about years of pride The showing of both sides Never mind this boy he's lost inside The trouble he can't hide Never mind this, travel in the rain On a hesitant day on a gray Sunday Gathering sticks on Sunday Makes my everything in between But everybody knows I'm someone Gathering all his sticks in dreams Gathering sticks on Sunday Makes me forget all I've been But everybody knows I'm someone Gathering all his sticks in dreams Suffer for your jealousies On a Sunday Gathering sticks on Sunday Makes my everything in between But everybody knows I'm someone Gathering all his sticks in dreams On a Sunday On a Sunday Never never giving you up On a Sunday You suffer forty feet up Your jealousy all the work You think of him as a fool Because he gave you his all No mate or buddy of mine Is going to live to sublime Deeper season than reason Letting go all the time A coward, clown and a dreamer I find it hard to believe her It seems that all I can do Is tell this boy he's a fool Making all of it up Sending all of it up Seems that all I can do Is say I leaving you someday On a Sunday Forget all I've been On a Sunday