Home from this sun, this room is a mess
18 hours till I come back from this sparkled end
Still Ive searched my photographs
And everybody looks the same
Ive tried searching your eyes for some new beginning
Sundays nobody near
Through me eyes yesterdays clear
This dark radio has so much sound
On Sundays when no ones around
Tomorrow Ill forget the darkness within
But today Ill remember my lights
To hold up five memories in a picture still
I remember five memories because no one else will
Todays so here and tomorrows no where to be seen
Sundays nobody near
Through me eyes yesterdays clear
This dark radio has so much sound
On Sundays when no ones around
To lay awake dreaming the morning before
Nothing is happening, leaving no more
The house in the sand, all covered in gold
Sundays come up
19 hours they hold
The sun in my half window glows over the wood
No stars yet, but their falling
Falling back to the wood
Sundays nobody near
Through me eyes yesterdays clear
This dark radio has so much sound
On Sundays when no ones around