<< Goodbye Sunday >>
--- Everything But The Girl
Slowly runs the lazy river and in it I pitched all my dreams, and all the
things I ever wanted, and watched them eddy slowly downstream. For I have
learned that such things fade, like photographs and family holidays, and
every Monday Is goodbye Sunday.
I guess you'd like me to throw away that box of diaries and old letters, for
they do nothing but feedd my memories, but really you should know me better.
For I am too fond of the past, but I think I am learning at last that every
Monday is goodbye Sunday.
Yes it's true that I cling to things that I should leave behind, as if those
were golden days. well I just hope that you really don't mind.
For I am too fond of the past, but look I'm happy at lost, and every Monday
is goodbye Sunday.