Paroles officielles de la chanson «Sunday's Best (Instrumental)» : Augustana

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Sunday's Best (Instrumental)"

When she's sleeping on the sofa
When she's laying in her Sunday best
When she's turning over Friday
I could swear I'm sleeping less and less
And the ocean's getting warmer
And California's on her mind
Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright

But I won't
No I won't

Cause she's already out the door
She's already out of here
She's already gone away already gone away

When I'm comin' over Sunday
And I think about you all the time
I wonder what you're doing
I wonder why you never cry
When Boston's always raining
And we never ever seemed alive
I sun about you once now, I guess I might as well

But I won't
No I won't

Cause I'm already out the door
I'm already out of here
I've already gone away, already gone away