Everyday Feels Like Sunday — Of Montreal

Everyday feels like Sunday baby everyday feels so good Everyday feels like Sunday baby everyday feels so good I'm further and further away from the fall everyday

And for years I bowed I could not sleep so very well Even standing up I crawled yet there is a softness I can tell

I'm electric now from the pure brilliant sparks you shot Like a little man all I can say is

Ah I must destroy this artificial darkness That's how it seems to me to be, art artificial now 'cause