Eleven Eleven - Sunday Grey lyrics

She blacks her eyes for the attention And she lives to fake the bruise Because in a fertile conversation She's the sweetness on your tongue without excuse And the sun never shines On the sad face of the thin Who never lift their heads up From the depths of where they have been And she's waiting She's waiting Monday's always red Burning colors in her head She's waiting She's waiting For the sunday grey In a whisper she would say "please don't go away" In the hours of desperation The hands caress without a name With movie lines her motivation To get closer to heaven once again And the sun never shines On the sad face of the thin Who never lift their heads up From the depths of where they have been And she's waiting She's waiting Monday's always red Burning colors in her head She's waiting She's waiting For the sunday grey In a whisper she would say "please don't go away" She's waiting She's waiting Monday's always red Burning colors in her head She's waiting She's waiting For the sunday grey To never go away