Sunday Movies
Pills, puffers, mist and lovers
Are gonna fix me
But I gotta fix another part of all of this
Before we can move
Some ways you lie to yourself
You're giving just a little more
To hope that you're right
If we're gonna make it work
Then we need a little disappearing
Find if we're fine on our own
Like a searching Buddha
If I come around then I'm coming for you
I'll wait at the ends of those Sunday movies
If you mighta' found what I'm running from then
I'll wait in the lows of those Sunday movies
Take all the steps that we need
That we're supposed to take
And leave all the rest to the gods
'Cause they're gonna take care of you
If I come around then I'm coming for you
I'll wait at the ends of those Sunday movies
If you mighta' found what I'm running from then
I'll wait in the lows of those Sunday movies
Run baby, stay maybe
Don't disappear or hate me
Lay with me here and I'm not gonna tell you
That we shouldn't be alone
And we shouldn't be a hidin' from the world
It's all gonna be fine
If I come around then I'm coming for you
I'll wait at the ends of those Sunday movies
If you mighta' found what I'm running from then
I'll wait in the lows of those Sunday movies
Writer/s: Bruce Gillis, Michael Ryan
