It was a Sunday afternoon, kind of wet

and cheerless

And I didn't know what to do one time without you

In every mess I find myself a friend

Getting off on the wrong side again



Am I part of your problem or on the side of solution

And all the curses ever spoken raise the power of confusion

I think I left my futures all behind

Retreating through the loop holes in my mind



Sunday girl she shook me up

Sunday girl she freaked me out

Sunday girl she woke me from my sleep



And if a thousand slimy things can breathe, then why not me

What begins as fear always ends in folly

Last night I tasted life again

Last night I won and lost a friend



My island is so very peopled

Like girls and roses they only last while they last