John K. Samson - Sunday Afternoon lyrics

Another Sunday afternoon Nothing much to do But sit and try and make some sense of what I think about you Soaked with surroundings that just make me yawn First snow is melting outside on the lawn Scattered bits of yesterday with melancholy flecks of grey Creeping back to tell me I was wrong A heartful of what's hard to say I've let that skipping record play far too long Fall Still were shot down by the likes of it all Fly Up above all that still steals the lights from your carnival One smiled and said to me don't stay awake Some kind of affirmation knowing you were truly wrong Some kind of happiness at things we never see No we are not half as smart as you pretend to Well you were right I have pretended to be me And now these jaded eyes Can barely see where is this going anyway It's always hard to say Hard to say