Karen Souza - Everyday Is Like Sunday текст песни

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench
Where your clothes were stolen

This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon! Come Armageddon!
Come Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade scratch out a postcard
‘How I dearly wish I was not here’

In the seaside town
That they forgot to bomb, come!
Come! Come! Come, nuclear bomb!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
And on your face…on your face
On your face…on your face!

Everyday is like Sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
And share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey