Текст песни Snow Phoebe - It Must Be Sunday
Snow Phoebe - It Must Be Sunday слова песни
And I watched the world surround me>From inside a phone boothAnd it began to astound meI tried to keep my couthI said it must be Sunday`Cause ev`rybody`s tellin` the truthAnd then again it might be MondayYeah it might be Monday`Cause ev`rybody`s drinkin` vermouthShe lent her handAt the kissing standBut she gave `em away for freeWith an acid joke and a box of smokeShe can barely seeShe drives her bus at duskWith headlights offAnd headphones upAnd for tomorrowShe has planned a shopping spreeThere`s a man who loved so hardHe was like a billboard grinHe toasted life and beauty`Til his head began to spinHe pressed his cheekOn rainwashed streetsAnd he wept into his ginReincarnationAnd he came back as himself againDecember thirty-firstIs the very worst time of the yearYou got to think of peopleThat you like enoughTo share your beerJust when you`re having funIt`s January oneAnd you wait for explanationsTo appear