Porque os domingos ganharam outra dimensão de há uns tempos para cá

Can’t seem to find the way to get just

A little peace of mind

I’ve been doing good

I’ve been doing fine
I just feel like I’m drowning in time

Should I end the life of this love in my hands?

Hate the force of these bodies that, man,

Hide in the shadows of the regular, regular man

Can’t seem to find the way to get just

A moment of your time

I get this crazy feeling running through my veins

Every time that I hear your voice
Should I dare to ask what is on my mind?

Hunt for the haunted history of this noise

That is bleeding from your, from your lips

No way, no way

No way to leave on a Sunday night

Yeah and there is this girl asking me these strange questions like do you have to know blood blues or are you a vampire, honey? And she kind of thinks it’s true. And in a strange way, it might just be true (might just be true). Should I go to bed and then just try to sleep or should I raise some hell and break some bones and just leave?

No way, no way

No way to leave on a Sunday night

Can’t seem to find the way to get just

A little piece of your mind

I get this whip of light when your eye hits mine

And I fear I may give you my life

Should I dig up the bodies of your lovers past?

Or just give in and keep living

Because no love is a sin

Deep in the endless song for love that could last

The Legendary Tiger Man feat. Becky Lee, No way to leave on a sunday night

 

 

 

(ignorar as letras que aparecem em cima da imagem!...)