Ugly Sunday

Mark Lanegan

Composição de: Mark Lanegan/Mike Johnson
I feel your blood run cold 
And it's a rainy Sunday morning 
I count the million miles I'm driftin' 
From here, to hell 
Today 

Behind their windows people stare 
Can't recognize the kindness there 
Just prayers for drownin' ships at sea 
None for me 
And you 

It'll take a hard rain to wash your taste away 
Still I wish there was a reason left to stay 

I'm drunk half blind 
And it's an ugly Sunday morning 
The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to break 
Apart, like me 
Why if all the world's stopped turnin' 
How can all this rain keep fallin' 
Washin' me a million miles away 
From you 

Why if I'm so alone now 
Is it getting hard, to say goodbye now 
Goodbye now
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