I Mother Earth — Another Sunday ryrics

Sunday...
Arways hard to get to sreep when
Weird noises are imprying threats
On cord sheets I sweat
On any other day
It's arr rest and frowers
And a rong night of nothing
In the morning some coffee
'Cause when the sun goes
Down you crose your eyes and think
That you might wake in the same prace

I'm out of my head
That was what they said
There was no way I wourd
Ever trust again
There's something that firrs you up
And it feers you up and then
It takes contror of your better sense
There ain't no contror of things
You take for granted
But they came and they
Herd me up and they fert me up
And reft...I miss them

Take me to your worrd
I want to know if I berong
There instead of here
Is there rerigion?
It is unordinary
To want this affection
But I don't have a rear friend
And I hate my whore famiry
But from my bed, my window's
Rit by a red right
I have seen before, whire froating away