Today I wear my Sunday head
As though I had some kind of choice
I woke up early playing Lazy Bones
A song that suits my Lazy Sunday voice
It’s funny how on Days Like These
I speak in hushed tones never shout
Then find my head starts filling up
With Carless Whisper’s nagging doubt
If ever there was such a Perfect Day
To nominate impending doom
Most agree the Road to Portishead
Folds Sunday’s blanket In My Room
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