Текст песни Everything But The Girl - Goodbye Sunday
Everything But The Girl - Goodbye Sunday слова песни
Slowly runs the lazy riverAnd in it I pitched all my dreamsAnd all the things I ever wantedAnd watched them heading slowly downstreamFor I have learned that such things fadeLike photographs and family holidaysAnd every Monday is Goodbye SundayI guess you`d like me to throw awayThat box of diaries and old lettersFor they do nothingBut feed my memoryBut really you should know me betterFor I am too fond of the pastBut I think I am learning at lastThat every Monday is Goodbye SundayYes it`s true that I cling to things That I should leave behindAs if those were the goldens daysWell, I just hope that you really don`t mindSlowly runs the lazy riverEvery Monday is Goodbye Sunday etc etc