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Sunday Morning, At a Funeral letra
Sunday morning still
Laid innocent in sheets,
Barely half asleep.
Sunday morning i was dreaming i was turning from a busy street
Into a parking lot.
Sunday morning broke
And dragged me out of bed,
Slightly less asleep.
Sunday morning i was warming all the cold parts of my head
In cups and coffee pots.
In the winter i wonder
What it's like to be anywhere else,
To be anywhere but here.
If i leave and don't return i hope the factories get full
Of people making furniture, with
The river running clear.
Sunday morning fell
Apart and back to sleep,
Where i was running late,
Where i looked out of place.
Sunday morning pace of steady, nervous feet
Headed for the church doors.
Sunday morning dressed
In suits and shades of black.
Sunday morning soft in sunday best.
Sunday someone's never coming back here
To this place anymore.
In the winter i wonder
What it's like to be anywhere else,
To be anywhere but here.
If i leave and don't return i hope the factories get full
Of people making furniture, with
The river running clear.
Sunday morning stared
At rows of crowded pews.
Half or all asleep,
Looking for a seat.
Sunday morning waiting for a call from you
But didn't hear my phone ring.
Sunday morning had
To sit and watch you bawl.
Sunday morning left the ringer off.
Sunday morning missed it when you called and
Couldn't do a thing
But watch.
In the winter i wonder what it's like to be where you are.
In the winter i wonder what it'd be like if you were still here.
Would the factories fill?
Would the river run clear?
Would the river run?
Sunday morning dreamt
About a moment passed,
About a time i failed.
Sunday morning i was staring at a clock, trying to push it back.
Sunday morning wished to be a kid.
Sunday morning shook
Me all the way awake.
Stirred me from the dream.
Sunday morning i was thinking of a phone call i should make
But never did.
I never did.
La Dispute - Letras
- 35
- A
- A Broken Jar
- A Departure
- A Letter
- A Poem
- A Word Of Welcome And Of Warning
- All Our Bruised Bodies And The Whole Heart Shrinks
- Andria
- Anxiety Panorama
- Bury Your Flames
- Damaged Goods
- Edit Your Hometown
- Edward Benz, 27 Times
- Eight
- Eleven
- Extraordinary Dinner Party
- Fairmount
- Fall Down, Never Get Back Up Again
- First Reactions After Falling Through the Ice
- Five
- Footsteps At The Pond
- For Mayor in Splitsville
- Four
- Fulton Street I
- Fulton Street Ii
- Future Wars
- Harder Harmonies
- He Is Here, He Is Not Afraid
- How I Feel
- Hudsonville Mi
- I See Everything
- In Northern Michigan
- King Park
- Last Blues
- Last Blues For Bloody Knuckles
- New Storms For Older Lovers
- Nine
- Nobody, Not Even the Rain
- Objects In Space
- One
- Only Everything Below
- Rhodonite And Grief
- Sad Prayers For Guilty Bodies
- Safer in the Forest / Love Song for Poor Michigan
- Said the King To the River
- Scenes from Highways 1981-2009
- See You In Vancouver
- Seven
- Shall Never Lose It's Power
- Six
- St. Paul Missionary Baptist Church Blues
- Stay Happy There
- Such Small Hands
- Sunday Morning, At a Funeral
- Ten
- The Castle Builders
- The Child We Lost
- The Last Lost Continent
- The Most Beautiful Bitter Fruit
- The Surgeon And The Scientist
- Then Again, Maybe You Were Right
- There You Are (Hiding Place)
- Thirteen
- Three
- To Withstand The Force Of Storms
- Twas The Night Before Christmas
- Twelve
- Two
- Untitled
- View From Our Bedroom Window
- Why It Scares Me
- Woman (In Mirror)
- Woman (Reading)
- You And I In Unison
- You Ascendant
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