French Wives Month Of Sundays
It takes four hours to stand up straight
And all you are is what you waste
Your feet are set in concrete blocks
And all your thoughts are deep dark thoughts
Little reminders come back to find you
The world is a big place, let it inside you
If we could get back on we’d be really strong
You’d look back at where you’ve been and you’d smile
You’re bad company, you’re a purgatory
You’ll be waitin’ waitin’ here for a while
Pain is a strong word, loosen your purse string
You are the best thing in my month of Sundays
And I can’t shake the feeling you were meant to cross
the tracks
You are not a prisoner, you’re a pain shift, this will
pass
Remember remember remember remember that
Remember remember remember remember that
And bring back the boy who swept me off my feet
And long live the lost boys sensitive and sweet
There’s no smoke without a fire I doubt
There’s no smoke without a fire
And I can’t shake the feeling you were meant to cross
the tracks
You are not a prisoner, you’re a pain shift, this will
pass
And I can’t shake the feeling you were meant to cross
the tracks
You are not a prisoner, you’re a pain shift, this will
pass
