On the black sunday afternoon The sun is pale like the moon When you look to the sky Holy holy why All fades into blue On the black sunday afternoon
No good time to walk alone On a bike riding home When you look to the sky Holy holy why All fades into blue On the black sunday afternoon
Bad luck comes or just a car On the right side, hears a call And sees a blackbird flying low Above her head no mistletoe Nothing really moves On black sunday afternoons
You wake up in a waterbed On the back of your head A lump and just a tiny hole Almost no light at all in here And when you call You can't hear your own voice at all
They gather up, something's wrong They ask around, noone knows Have you been where the rivers cross By the water in the moss Nothing really moves On black sunday afternoons
Sun's pale like the moon When you look to the sky Holy holy holy holy why All fades into blue On black sunday afternoons