Sunday
Around and round we go, getting nowhere
Why can't I explain the way I feel again?
Why can't I just stand
Instead I crawl to you again
Why's it always feel like Sunday?
I hacked myself to bits, for you again
Hanging on to this for nothing
Why can't I explain the way I feel again?
Why can't I just stand
Instead I crawl to you again
Why's it always feel like Sunday?
I've had enough of you
I've had enough of you
Why can't I explain the way I feel again?
Why can't I just stand
Instead I crawl to you again
Why's it always feel like Sunday?
Why's it always feel
Writer/s: O'RIORDAN, DOLORES MARY / HOGAN, NOEL