Sunday woke up
at the top of his stairs
wondering how long he'd been sitting there for
scared of sleep walking
down to his d**h
so he locks himself inside his doors
he says what if I fall
it's a long way down
it's much easier
living life with a gun to your head
and I can't help coming undone
somebody calls him
so he answers the phone
it's the girl than he first loved
she said Sunday I miss
I want to see you and we'll be together soon
he said what if the plane that I take
crashes and burns
it's so lonely
living life with a gun to your head
and I can't help coming undone
he says I'll never fly
those things got broken wings
you know I'd love to see you but I
don't think I'd be happy
no I'll stay
this way