The Smallgoods - A Month of Sundays
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A month of Sundays broke me down & now i'm dead
I could not read between the lines on my furrowed head
When all the eyes on the wires stared me down
For saying something i could not comprehend

A month of Sundays broke me out of all my fears
I could not wait to tell you when, & how & all the ways to steer
Beyond the pale of the sheer lives that we must lead
Before time passes over like a wave, like a wave

Our aching armour telling how we ought to feel,
In waking hours spending lonesome moments
Ringing out the tears from our eyes

A Month of Sundays