Saturday, July 3, 2010

Her Name Is Sunday

Fly down into the big town
Shy stare, she's gonna be my friend
She's wearing my number

She says her name is Sunday
I say “I don't have anything planned”
She's wearing number 9

It's not a chase, just a question of time
And her face is my future

My name written in rainbows
Her game, the rules are anything goes
She's making me wonder

I say “let's fly with the weather”
Skies grey, so we smash holes in the clouds
Sunday says she's fine

As her eyes flash number 9
And her face is my future

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