Everyday Feels Like Sunday - Jesse Barrera

Trudging slowly over wet sand Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is a seaside town That they forgot to close down Armageddon - come armageddon come armageddon come Everyday is like Sunday Everyday is silent and grey Hide on a promenade Etch on a post card: How I dearly wish I was not here In the coastal town That they forgot to bomb 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) Everyday is like Sunday "Win yourself a cheap tray" Share some grease tea with me Everyday is silent and grey

Don't know what you're thinking But I'm melancholy on a Saturday night The chandeliers gleaming But it's not the same without you By my side So can you just get in the Uber Say you're on the way Bring a change of clothes Cause I know you might stay I love the thought of us taking it slow Let me know When you're at the door You could come through With no invitation A little white wine And deep conversations I'm taking my time Practicing the patience I'm down for the ride No reservations Ain't no use in fighting I know this spark is Something that we both feel The mix of perfect timing And your dress under this Lighting is so unreal So can you just get a little closer Say you're gonna stay Melt into this couch Until we fade away And I love The thought of us taking it slow Let me know When you close the door You could come through With no invitation A little white wine And deep conversations I'm taking my time Practicing the patience I'm down for the ride No reservations Said you could come through With no invitation A little white wine And deep conversations I'm taking my time Practicing the patience I'm down for the ride No reservations