Sunday (Psychic Conversation #9)
Lyrics
Its sunday and the world does itself for all of its fault and its explosions of wealth You stand naked in front of your true love's words she tells you she's not seen worse and the eyes of the world will still burn and then turn away on sunday This strange world you wear it like a crown it's beautiful and senseless but its tragedy you've found when you look into her eyes you can tell she's just as ugly as reflections you despise the eyes of the world will still burn and they turn away on sunday
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:11
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 78 BPM