Wake up without a blink
To an even pace where nothing moves
Except the pressure from a funky Saturday
Dropping like bricks on my head
Or over the milky way
Starlit electric beams had only just touched me
I must have dreamt myself astray
The only milky way I have is in the middle of the day
Somedays are better than some days
Good Sundays are better than some days
Today I’d even take a bad Monday
Cause this Sunday’s a pure pressure inside of me
Danced till my feet were blue
To erase the thoughts I just remember you
Tears lost in the turn of the years
Return on days like this
Kissing in the sunrays
I knew that it was Sunday
Cause my memory’s like blueprint in my head
(and the little rap says)
Give me grits and eggs give me ham and bacon
And a pancake with some maple syrup
Cause it is Sunday
(god knows what the dogs are saying)
We made it through....maybe
The favorite song from the O.S.T. of my favorite film, Amy issued in 1998
Music By Neneh Cherry
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