2030
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
The sun began almost directly above me
My hand was cold and damp, not with perspiration
But condensation
A dance of air and vapor
Tiny droplets forming, in a quiet caper.
As I approached a different entry, exiting the rain
Of which I wish we could share a dance again
Quicksand upon my first step
But with a familiar face instead I was met,
As the condensation left my hand
So too did the grip of the sand
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
The sights weren't as expected
No plan was neglected
But no matter how prepared you are for the desert
Despite the unknown, your path is directed
Fortunate enough to be filled with chocolates
And almost every one I enjoy
They lasted almost the entire day
And so I'm grateful it all went this way
As I exit a third different door
It's getting colder now
I love the cold
I love Sundays
March 24
04 24 24
It's a knock on my door
Ooh oooh ooh
Ooh oooh ooh
Ooh
04 24 24
It's a knock on my door
Ooh oooh ooh
Ooh oooh ooh
Ooh
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
The sun began almost directly above me
My hand was cold and damp, not with perspiration
But condensation
A dance of air and vapor
Tiny droplets forming, in a quiet caper.
As I approached a different entry, exiting the rain
Of which I wish we could share a dance again
Quicksand upon my first step
But with a familiar face instead I was met,
As the condensation left my hand
So too did the grip of the sand
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
The sights weren't as expected
No plan was neglected
But no matter how prepared you are for the desert
Despite the unknown, your path is directed
Fortunate enough to be filled with chocolates
And almost every one I enjoy
They lasted almost the entire day
And so I'm grateful it all went this way
As I exit a third different door
It's getting colder now
I love the cold
I love Sundays
March 24
04 24 24
It's a knock on my door
Ooh oooh ooh
Ooh oooh ooh
Ooh
04 24 24
It's a knock on my door
Ooh oooh ooh
Ooh oooh ooh
Ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Jack P
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.