Letra de Sunday

Down, down the beach What is left from your forget? There were no other way for … Tired and …the romance is end Fall away to surface Had time on Sunday I feel the …I feel it tight It’s the way you get it all Snapping away, I have a Sunday left to know What should it know By now I should know the way you turn into Don’t take my hand, you don’t understand I get time for …you’ll turn into Don’t take my hand, you don’t understand