Sunday St.
Casiotone For The Painfully Alone
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