Oh Sunday morning, not a scrap in sight 
I'll go without, I do it out of spite 
All by myself, yeah 

Food's lost its flavour, I refuse to bite 
Do myself no favours, I stay in every night 
Ashtrays in rows, but you know... 

I feel alright 
It's just another Sunday morning, then it's Sunday 
night 
I feel alright 
It's just the ghost of you behind me, sitting right up 
tight 

I'll read the paper, but it's yesterdays 
The world's gone mad and I'm going the same way 
All by myself, yeah 

When the sun is shining, but it don't give no hope 
But it's good to feel dirty, yeah 

When you feel alright 
Just another Sunday morning, everything's alright 
I feel alright 
It's just the ghost of you behind me sitting right up 
tight 
Sitting right up tight 

So many miles, between me and you 
So many days, I don't know what to do 
Be by myself, then I know... 

I'll be alright 
On another Sunday morning, another Sunday night 
I'll be alright 
With the ghost of you behind me sitting right up tight 
Sitting right up tight 
Sitting right up tight 
Sitting right up tight