Sunday St.
when it gets so dark
that i can't see out
i think about my brother
& how i cannot leave him
& i know i'll see this through
drove around all night
slept in the back seat
woke up lost and clouded
walked around and thought about it
it was sunday & the street was empty
the sound of ringing bells
pulled me back again
i don't want you to hear those bells
ringing for me
the sunday street
Writer/s: Owen Ashworth
