Ugly sunday

by Mark Lanegan

I feel your blood run cold
And it´s a rainy Sunday morning
I count the million miles I´m driftin´
From here, to hell

Behind their windows people stare
Can´t recognize the kindness there
Just prayers for drownin´ ships at sea
None for me
And you

It´ll take a hard rain to wash your taste away
Still I wish there was a reason left to stay

I´m drunk half blind
And it´s an ugly Sunday morning
The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to break
Apart, like me
Why if all the world´s stopped turnin´
How can all this rain keep fallin´
Washin´ me a million miles away
From you

Why if I´m so alone now
Is it getting hard, to say goodbye now
Goodbye now


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