Sunday
Sunday
Without warnings
The edges cut off
And we fell down with you
Dressed up with your ball and chain and waiting for the call
Waiting the right words
Sunday,
We stopped worrying
You played a bad trick
And we fell right for you
Locked up in the waiting line, and selling every move
Hiding from our view
Velvet signs of red
Velvet signs of red
While you steal the lives you fake
Sunday,
Came with no grace
Your words in the shade
Your lies down in your grave
Velvet signs of red
Velvet signs of red
While you steal the lives you fake
RB: Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Orchestra Samples
Luca Podeschi: Drums
Written, recorded, mixed and not mastered at home and in
assorted garages by Ruggero Bianchin – Nov. 2013
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