Fuel

Porcelain

Sunday Girl

Paints her sky light tangerine

Maple laughter, evergreen

Frustrated, it's only believing

And she knows who mind she blows

Come on Sunday girl

You'll never change the world

Leave it girl let's go

Guess the flowers know her name

Brightest angels placed to shame

Must hate her, she had them believing

And she goes wherever she blows

Come on Sunday girl

You'll never change the world

Leave it girl let's go

Keeps me high on her shelf

Treats me like no one else

She wants me to fly

But I fall, and I fall

And I thought, I thought I had it all

Come on Sunday girl

You'll never change the world

Leave it girl let's go