Sunday — Sia: текст песни

For those who've slept For those who've kept Themselves jacked up How Jesus wept Sunday Sunday

For those in need For those who speed For those who try to slow their minds with weed Sunday Sunday

For those who wake With a blind headache Who must be still Who will sit and wait For sunday, to be monday

Yeah, it will be ok Do nothing today Give yourself a break Let your imagination run away

For those with guilt For those who wilt Under pressure No tears over spilt milk Sunday Sunday

Sunday Sunday

Yeah, it will be ok Do nothing today Give yourself a break Let your imagination runaway