Sunday Morning

Sunday morning 
I'm sad in the heart 
Nothing to do 'till it's dark 
When I'll be drunk again 

Sunday morning 
Warm under the blanket 
Left alone just like me 
While everybody sleeps. 

Thinking of her that I already miss 
Where have we thrown 
The love we made 
In this same bed 
And how many times 
Had I Hated me for this? 

...Thinkin' of her on a sunday... 

Thinking of her that I already miss 
Where have you thrown 
The love we made 
In this same bed 
And how many times 
Had I hated me?