I’m stuck in a world where everyday’s Sunday
The entire city's empty and dark and quiet
I hate this feeling
I’m hoping that this is just a nightmare
I’m waiting for someone who will wake me up
I hate this feeling
Endless Sunday
Makes me a lifeless castaway
If I can’t find a way out
I will suffer till doomsday
On Sundays, everything loses colour
People, puppies and trees, even the road I ride on
I hate this feeling
I’m hoping that this is just a bad prank
I’m waiting for someone who will say it is
I hate this feeling
Endless Sunday
Makes me a lifeless castaway
If I can’t find a way out
I will suffer till doomsday
I will suffer till doomsday
I will suffer till doomsday
I will suffer till doomsday
I will suffer till doomsday