"The ceiling had something mysterious to me
It seemed to fall down like fruit from a tree
There were things coming out, a horse, a knight,
Men, women, children, all lost in a fight..."
"Feel it, I want to get out.
Cant you see it, that I won't survive.
With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I'll get by.
With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I'll get by...."
"Wake up in the morning
Next to me Theres a cute face Ive never seen Oh,
Im aware that in a way It must be the gift of yesterday
Feel the body burn Ill set you free..."