sunday night from Sunday Night by Freschard

SUNDAY NIGHT FEELING

a glass in my hand
an hour to spend
before the train

an adventure ends
another begins
never the same

my heart is beating
my heart is beating
i don't feel like leaving

sunday night feeling
sunday night feeling
sunday night feeling

some are kissing
they've been missing
one another

the waiter fills the pepper
i've been writing a letter
for over an hour

isn't it nice?
tequila on ice
salt in the shaker

if the plane is late
i'll wait by the gate
i'll see you later

i wonder why
we say goodbye
let's stay together

i'm back at Cindy's diner
my heart's still on fire
the sooner the better

• Pop
• Berlin