Sunday Afternoon letra

There's a symphony playing in the alley for free,
I hear the timpani splashing in the puddles down the streets.
And there's a man sleeping in some garbage, he doesn't even make a sound,
He's undisturbed, they go unheard, but he'll be dead before he's found.

Oh there's a genius playing folk songs sitting out underneath a tree,
He's writing about politics and making history.
He plans to send a letter to his sister out in L.A.
But she's so busy memorizing lines for a role she's gonna play.

Ch: There's a violin singing my name somewhere,
And I hear a piano that's slightly out of tune.
Oh and I swear, and I swear, and I swear, I can smell apple pie,
Oh it must be a Sunday afternoon.

There's a coroner crawling in the shadows of the morgue,
He saw the ghost of Elvis sneaking out through the back door.
A politician is keeping all the money he's got right up his nose,
While he's fighting the war against drugs you know.

Ch: There's a violin singing my name somewhere,
And I hear a piano that's slightly out of tune.
Oh and I swear, and I swear, and I swear, I can smell pumpkin pie,
Oh it must be a Sunday afternoon.

Last November - Letras

• 17 At Three In The Morning
• Aquaphobia
• Butter Me Up
• Every Gory Detail
• Hot And Cold
• I'm Not A Doctor But I Play One On TV
• Infantry
• Jesus Had Breakfast In Bed
• Merry Christmas Little Match Girl
• New York Rain
• Over The Top Or Under The Weather
• Sniper
• Sunday Afternoon
• The Attics Full Of Paper Hearts
• The Bumper Sticker Song
• Uppers Downers And All Arounders