Sunday Life Songtext
von TOPAZ

I go back the wrong way
I curse all the ones that try
A pleasant Sunday Life

A true ceiling
A credit to a menace I can′t trust
I'm not enough
You interrupt
Parade of rust


I ride the track to heart attack
Cause I know that I can′t distract that
You know exactly
What I want
Disastrous

Well a climate is only the sum of a vessel in
And I retire but I can't aspire to more than this
I wake up but not by the sun

It's not about breaking away
I confess I failed the test
Still a joke

In a moment′s time portray yourself post-haste
Like a disgrace
Can′t intonate
The finer things

I guess a king's only out for himself if he wears a ring
They make you hurt someone just to go higher but I couldn′t