Oh Sunday morning, not a scrap in sight
Ill go without, I do it out of spite
All by myself, yeah
Foods lost its flavour, I refuse to bite
Do myself no favours, I stay in every night
Ashtrays in rows, but you know&
I feel alright
Its just another Sunday morning, then its Sunday night
I feel alright
Its just the ghost of you behind me, sitting right up tight
Ill read the paper, but its yesterdays
The worlds gone mad and Im going the same way
All by myself, yeah
When the sun is shining, but it dont give no hope
Im into whining, and Im all out of soap
But its good to feel dirty, yeah
When you feel alright
Just another Sunday morning, everythings alright
I feel alright
Its just the ghost of you behind me sitting right up tight
Sitting right up tight
So many miles, between me and you
So many days, I dont know what to do
Be by myself, then I know&
Ill be alright
On another Sunday morning, another Sunday night
Ill be alright
With the ghost of you behind me sitting right up tight
Sitting right up tight
Sitting right up tight
Sitting right up tight
