Thoughts on Sunday
catchy fast song, acoustic folk-pop building to high-energy anthemic pop-rock, fast driving four-on-the-floor dance beat, rhythmic clapping and stomping, bright acoustic guitar, soaring soulful vocals, falsetto, pop anthem, dynamic rhythmic shifts, background choir, punky
Thoughts on Sunday
catchy fast song, acoustic folk-pop building to high-energy anthemic pop-rock, fast driving four-on-the-floor dance beat, rhythmic clapping and stomping, bright acoustic guitar, soaring soulful vocals, falsetto, pop anthem, dynamic rhythmic shifts, background choir, punky
Lyrics
Chorus
Baby, suddenly, I find it hard to sleep
My heavy thoughts on Sunday run so deep
And baby, suddenly, I find it hard to speak
What looked like a bitter foe
Became a friend, now I know...
Verse 1
I see the shapes
And a million hues
They chase me around
With rhythmic cues
I see the forms
In the shifting view
And one single man
Who is never through
Pre-Chorus
Young, but I'm smart enough to tell
Broken, but still looking really well
And I do not think there is a spell
Just filling the void in this empty shell
Hook
And it feels like a mistake - please save the situation!
And if the feeling was fake - look at this complication...
Better not speak, better not speak, better not speak
What makes me breathe makes me choke and leaves me weak
Chorus
Baby, suddenly, I find it hard to sleep
My heavy thoughts on Sunday run so deep
And baby, suddenly, I find it hard to speak
What looked like a bitter foe
Became a friend, now I know...
Baby, suddenly, I find it hard to sleep
My heavy thoughts on Sunday run so deep
And baby, suddenly, I find it hard to speak
What looked like a bitter foe
Became a friend, now I know... Became a friend, now I know...
Verse 2
I built a house
And it is a mess
Walking so steady
On a cloudy dress
I saw an eagle
Colored in white
Rough like a fiber
In a smoky night
Pre-Chorus
Young, but I'm smart enough to tell
Broken, but still looking really well
And I do not think there is a spell
Just filling the void in this empty shell
Hook
And it feels like a mistake - please save the situation!
And if the feeling was fake - look at this complication...
Better not speak, better not speak, better not speak
What makes me breathe makes me choke and leaves me weak
Chorus
Baby, suddenly, I find it hard to sleep
My heavy thoughts on Sunday run so deep
And baby, suddenly, I find it hard to speak
What looked like a bitter foe
Became a friend, now I know...
Baby, suddenly, I find it hard to sleep
My heavy thoughts on Sunday run so deep
And baby, suddenly, I find it hard to speak
What looked like a bitter foe
Became a friend, now I know... Became a friend, now I know...
C Part
Take a chance, and let it burn right through
In the end it's only me and you
Take a chance, and let it burn right through
In the end it's only me and you
Take a chance, and let it burn right through
In the end it's only me and you
Take a chance, and let it burn right through
In the end it's only me and you
Short Hook
Better not speak, better not speak, better not speak
What makes me breathe makes me choke and leaves me weak
Chorus
Baby, suddenly, I find it hard to sleep
My heavy thoughts on Sunday run so deep
And baby, suddenly, I find it hard to speak
What looked like a bitter foe
Became a friend, now I know...
Baby, suddenly, I find it hard to sleep
My heavy thoughts on Sunday run so deep
And baby, suddenly, I find it hard to speak
What looked like a bitter foe
Became a friend, now I know... Became a friend, now I know...
Became a friend, now I know... Became a friend, now I know...
Became a friend, now I know... Became a friend, now I know...