Sunday (Psychic Conversation #9)
Its sunday
and the world does itself
for all of its fault and
its explosions of wealth
You stand naked
in front of your true love´s words
she tells you
she's not seen worse
and the eyes of the world
will still burn
and then turn away on sunday
This strange world
you wear it like a crown
it's beautiful and senseless but its tragedy you've found
when you look into her eyes
you can tell she´s just as ugly as reflections you despise
the eyes of the world will still burn
and they turn
away on sunday