SUNDAY TALE



i sit and watch for you through my window
you always came back home
eat censessions through your stories, lame
you had an honest tone
but i would wander through my cracker jacks
is it down right illegal?

we had no paragraphs or properties
for improper proceedure
i had no idea just how your style fit me
or all of it's features

it's a sunday tale
i've been so damn good
it's not like a ring you can buy in a store

and when it comes to this
we break down and confess our cielings
don't lace it up and trip our souls
don't you care about it all?

i think that you should not think
so vendictivly
warm the cold on your shoulder
vain is not a shade that's flattering
try not to mold her

it's a sunday tale
i've been so damn bad
you don't have a reciept
you can't take it back

and when it comes to this
we break down and confess our cielings
don't lace it up and trip our souls
don't you care about the fall?
and when it comes to this
we look down and we dig our feet in
we'll hook it up to pay our tolls
don't you care about it all?

sit and watch for you through my window
spakled and grainy
i had no idea just what you meant
a means to an end
now we're looking east again
now we're registered as friends
but the warranty's fading
and we don't care about it all