Krystle Warren - Sunday Comfort Тексты

These circumstances, these days of the week

Ill pick them up, fold them in, make them origami

til words form within and give me something to sing

Boats, trains, aeroplanes..Ill take anything.

These sweet pieces of loves etiquette

Spoil my appetite and make me forget

Cant find the hole that enabled the fall

Cant find the quarters to make sense of it all

When you were blind, I wrote a letter in braille

Thinking that you would take it as just everyday mail,

I carved out a solider, wounded, laid on a cot

In quotes he asked you why it was that you shot

You left me looking for Sunday Comfort on a Monday afternoon.