Sundays

Counting Crows

Coloured rubbers 
And a bedroom set
I wouldn't know 
It if it hit me
You take a little step 
And then it feels 
Like love
I think I better 
Get a little of it in me
Give me a kiss
I think it feels 
Like love
Give me a kiss
I think it feels 
Like sunshine
C'mon baby, light me up
I wanna look 
Into your eyes 
Until I go blind and

You think 
That you can do 
Without me
I can't do 
Anything at all
You think 
That you can do 
Without me
But I don't believe 
In Sundays
And I don't believe 
In anything at all

Your mother make you 
In a parking lot
My mother made me 
Out of flesh and wire
Try to remember 
What you might forget
I try 
To remember everything
Try to remember 
So you don't disappear
Try to remember 
So you don't fade away
Your mother made you 
Out of smoke and rain
Your mother made you 
In a fire that's faded

You think 
That you can do 
Without me
I can't do 
Anything at all
You think 
That you can do 
Without me
But I don't believe 
In Sundays
And I don't believe 
In anything at all

I wanna touch you 
For the things I'm losing
I wanna touch you 
For my self-respect
Give me a reason 
Or I might stop breathing
Give me a reason why 
I'm soaking wet
Gotta stop breathing 
Cuz the sky is falling
I might go out 
And watch 
The moon explode
Give me directions 
To the highway crossing
I'll go lie 
Down in the middle 
Of the road

You think 
That you can do 
Without me
I can't do 
Anything at all
You think 
Tthat you can do 
Without me
But I don't believe 
In Sundays
And I don't believe 
In anything at all

I don't believe 
In Sundays
And I don't believe 
In anything at all
I don't believe 
In anything at all
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