Sunday letra

I woke up it was saturday
Grey in the sky
There’s nothing more to say on that

I got up got out of my bed
Stretched my arms wide
It’s time to let this fall from me

It’s time to let it fall

I move through & just as soon
My clothes are catching on
(My eyes closed, lost in my room)
I move through & just assume
My clothes are catching on thorns
But I’m bringing them with me
Bringing them with me

Call me on sunday
Call me!
Call me!
Call me on sunday

I move through & just as soon
My clothes are catching on
I’ll come through, I always do

When I’m moving I just assume
My clothes are catching on thorns
But I’m bringing them with me
Bringing them with me

I never kept good touch
But it’s alright, you never expected much

Pinegrove - Letras

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• 11th Hour
• Alaska
• Alcove
• Amulets
• Angelina
• Aphasia
• Cadmium
• Cyclone
• Darkness
• Days
• Dotted Line
• Easy Enough
• Endless
• Flora
• Habitat
• Hairpin
• Intrepid
• Iodine
• Let
• Light On
• Marigold
• Mather Knoll
• Moment
• Morningtime
• Namesake
• Need
• Need 2
• Neighbor
• New Friends
• No Drugs
• Old Friends
• On Jet Lag
• Orange
• Over My Shoulder
• Palisade
• Paterson & Leo
• Peeling Off The Bark
• Phase
• Portal
• Problems
• Recycling
• Respirate
• Rings
• Rose
• Size Of The Moon
• Skylight
• So What
• Spiral
• Sunday
• Swimming
• Thanksgiving
• The Alarmist
• The Metronome
• Then Again
• Unison
• V
• Visiting
• Waveform