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Sleeping until Sunday
Baby I'm sleeping until Sunday.
You know I'll be back to normal,
When Sunday comes around.
As I lay dreaming,
Making my way back.
Back to him.
Back to myself.
I felt your hand grab mine,
As you screamed hold on!
In my sleep I saw us falling,
Into emptiness.
Into black.
Baby I'm sleeping until Sunday.
You know no matter what happens,
Everything will be okay on Sunday.
It's our day,
Even if we're not together.
Sleep with me until Sunday,
To pass the time,
And to pass the pain.
Together we'll be okay,
On Sunday.
.:'Sleeping Until Sunday':.
You know I'll be back to normal,
When Sunday comes around.
As I lay dreaming,
Making my way back.
Back to him.
Back to myself.
I felt your hand grab mine,
As you screamed hold on!
In my sleep I saw us falling,
Into emptiness.
Into black.
Baby I'm sleeping until Sunday.
You know no matter what happens,
Everything will be okay on Sunday.
It's our day,
Even if we're not together.
Sleep with me until Sunday,
To pass the time,
And to pass the pain.
Together we'll be okay,
On Sunday.
.:'Sleeping Until Sunday':.
Published 17th Feb 2012
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17th Feb 2012 3:50pm
there are words and images we write that have meanings we are not couciously aware of when we write them. I noticed how prevalent Sunday is used; the day of rest, and how you are resting on the days up till sunaday rather than Sunday itself...very interesting
