Here's another Sunday Morning Call You hear yer head a-banging on the door You slip those shoes on and then out you crawl Into a day that couldn't give you more But what for
And in your head do you feel What yer not supposed to feel And you take what you want But you don't get it for free And you need more time Cos yer thoughts and words won't last for evermore But I'm not sure if it'll ever work out right But it's okay It's alright
When yer lonely and you start to hear The little voices in yer head at night You will only sniff away the tears So you can dance until the morning light But at what price
And in your head do you feel What yer not supposed to feel And you take what you want But you won't get hope for free You need more time Cos yer thoughts and words won't last for evermore But I'm not sure if it'll ever, ever, ever work out right Will it ever, ever, ever work out right Cos it never, never, never works out right