Obliterate the Sunday you've been cherishing all week Obliterate the Sunday, is a pleasure you can keep I thought you'd learn newspeak today But Esperanto's out of date It's just another Sunday Now Top of the Pops is dead And if the morning gets you down And then the evening lets you down Obliterating Sunday's fair play. Obliterate the Sunday Just keep your phone away Supposing wrong intentions won't make it easier to wait. A Season of Illusions A pocket full of doubts A night of fading stars and a legacy of clouds Obliterate the Sunday The glass is out of reach The heat wave's low relief, you'll find a palm tree in your sleep. You're hiding from monsters Dodging the seas You spent the day scheming You're the Houdini Train has pulled up Light has pulled in A chance of escape Come right up the street. Obliterate the Sunday You've been cherishing all week Obliterate the Sunday is a pleasure you can keep Season of illusions Pocket full of doubts A night of fading stars and a legacy of clouds And if the morning gets you down And then the evening lets you down Obliterating Sunday's fair play. You're hiding from monsters Dodging the seas You spent the day scheming You're the Houdini Train has pulled up Light has pulled in A chance of escape Come right up the street.