Sunday Mornings

Don't let the sun go down on your anger
The longest day in history still had to end
Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky
Cause you'll never miss the water 'til the well runs dry

But I pay not attention to
The things that hide out past the moon
Or anything I can't directly view

But you are the exception
That proved my rule
Yeah, you are the exception
That proved my rule

You've got so many mountains
And no one to trust
And you've got lonely Sunday mornings
And two inches of dust
And you've got a lot of options
You're still stuck in between
And you've got some new tattoos
But you're still not sure what they mean
So lay down in a bed
Made of books you' haven't read
And call me when you've caught you're second wind

But I pay not attention to
The things that hide out past the moon
Or anything I can't directly view

But you are the exception
That proved my rule
Yeah, you are the exception
That proved my rule

Don't let the sun go down on your anger
The longest day in history still had to end
Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky
Cause you'll never miss the water 'til the well runs dry



Credits
Writer(s): Brett Weir, Ethan Hunter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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