Tell Me on a Sunday Songtext
von The Mountain Goats
Tell Me on a Sunday Songtext
Don′t write a letter
When you want to leave
Don't call me at 3 a.m. from your friend′s apartment
I'd like to choose
How I hear the news
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday, please
Let me down easy, no big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks, no deep conversation
I know the way
I want to spend that day
Take me to the zoo with fake chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday, please
Don′t want to know who′s to blame
Won't help knowing
I don′t wanna fight, day and night
It's bad enough that you′re going
Don't leave in silence, with no words at all
Don′t get mad and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Find a circus tent with a big trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday, please
I don't wanna fight day and night
It′s bad enough that you′re going
Don't leave in silence, with no word at all
Don′t get mad and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Don′t ride off in the pouring rain
Don't call me as they call your plane
Take the hurt out of all the pain
Take me to a park that′s covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday, please
When you want to leave
Don't call me at 3 a.m. from your friend′s apartment
I'd like to choose
How I hear the news
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday, please
Let me down easy, no big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks, no deep conversation
I know the way
I want to spend that day
Take me to the zoo with fake chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday, please
Don′t want to know who′s to blame
Won't help knowing
I don′t wanna fight, day and night
It's bad enough that you′re going
Don't leave in silence, with no words at all
Don′t get mad and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Find a circus tent with a big trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday, please
I don't wanna fight day and night
It′s bad enough that you′re going
Don't leave in silence, with no word at all
Don′t get mad and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Don′t ride off in the pouring rain
Don't call me as they call your plane
Take the hurt out of all the pain
Take me to a park that′s covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday, please
Writer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber, Don Black Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com