Sunday

You could almost taste the sky
Walk the hardest mile
Strain to see the blue
You, an intimate design
Painted in my mind
Fallen from the new
True, the colors fade in time
Dance across the lines
Strain to find a rule
… Beauty: You can’t save me
And then it’s Sunday
And all the saints are falling through the ceiling
I think I’d rather play out on the freeway
Or tune out all the noise and hang the D.J.s
Tomorrow
Lofts in on the curtains in the kitchen
Breaking every promise of the mood that I’m in
Then it’s Sunday again
These words
Stagger through the air
Blindly, without care
Crashing into you
I could almost taste the sky
Walk the hardest mile
Just to be with you
You can’t know what that means
You who’ve never seen
A sky so very blue
… Only you can save me
And then it’s Sunday
And all the saints are falling through the ceiling
I think I’d rather play out on the freeway
Or tune out all the noise and hang the D.J.s
Tomorrow
Lofts in on the curtains in the kitchen
Breaking every promise of the mood that I’m in
Then it’s Sunday again
You could almost taste the sky
Walk the hardest mile
You, an intimate design
Painted in my mind