I’m out here on a limb for you again.
Around and round we go getting nowhere.

Why can’t I explain the way I feel again.
Why can’t I just stand, instead I crawl to you again.
Why does it always feel like Sunday.

Like Sunday.
Like Sunday.

I hacked myself to bits for you again.
Hanging on to this for nothing.

Why can’t I explain the way I feel again.
Why can’t I just stand, instead I crawl to you again.
Why does it always feel like Sunday.

I’ve had enough of you.
I’ve had enough of you.

Why can’t I explain the way I feel again.
Why can’t I just stand, instead I crawl to you again.
Why does it always feel like Sunday.

Why does it always
Why does it always
Why does it always feel like Sunday.

Why does it always
Why does it always FEEL!