Month of Sundays

I tried, to figure you out
You tried sowing the seeds of doubt
And you swipe to the left
Say that I'm bereft of heart
And you like to pretend
I can't comprehend my part
You're laughing at my purpose
When I offered you my service, tonight

You say
Never in a month of Sundays
You say
Never in a month of Sundays

Some day, I'll figure this out
Why my love life's in a drought
And you like to prepare
For my downfall and demise
And you like my despair
You will never sympathize
I'm asking you in earnest
That I want to be your servant, tonight

You say
Never in a month of Sundays
You say
Never in a month of Sundays
You say
Never in a month of Sundays
You say
Never in a month of Sundays

You say
Never in a month of Sundays
Never in a month of Sundays
You say

You say
Never in a month of Sundays
You say
Never in a month of Sundays
You say
Never in a month of Sundays
You say
Never in a month of Sundays
You say
You say



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Writer(s): Alistair Macfarlane
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