St. Mark's Funny Feeling Songtext
von Peach Pit

You said that Sabbath day′s coming
I'm already through
I believe that I was staying just for you
What good is anyone honey
Without being yours
I did almost all the things I left you for

Wasted away to nothing
Flat out on the floor without you
St. Mark′s got him a funny feeling


You've been coming up
But you never looked at me
Was it bad I wanted too much for free
2 hits in a mid-day Sunday
Without being yours
I keep dropping to my knees and crying lord

Wasting away to nothing
Ground down like a stone without you
St. Mark's got him a funny feeling

St. Mark′s got him a funny feeling

You keep coming up
All I ever do is flee
I go on this way for long I must be
Two pennies short of one dollar
Frayed, I′m like a rope
With your only fornication at your throat


Wasting away to nothing
On the floor, whoosh you're gone
Left alone singing your song
The way that
St. Mark′s got him a funny feeling