This track is a poignant reflection on the passage of time, youth, and the aftermath of destruction. The lyrics suggest a youthful disregard for the chaos around them, symbolized by burning cities, as they have time and friends on their side. There's also an exploration of personal growth and self-awareness; seeking solitude to clear one's mind and sight. The repeated line about birds signaling the end of the world could be interpreted as a commentary on society's impending doom or simply a metaphor for personal endings. Despite these heavy themes, there's a sense of resilience and determination to keep going, encapsulated in phrases like "I'm keeping my soul." All in all, it's a powerful expression of navigating life amidst turmoil.
Sunday
Lyrics
Time has come and time is done
Cities burn, we got youth to spend
And time to waste and life to live again my friend
Through the flames and through the fire
Cities burn
We don't give a damn
'Cause we got all our friends right here
We got youth to spend
'Cause time away from me is what I need
To clear my sight and clear my head
I'm coming down over it
Coming down over it
Coming down over, I'll be right there
I'm coming down over it
Coming down over again
And all is said and all is done
Our fathers run and leave all the damage they've done behind
Left us with the blind leading the blind
And time has come and time is done
Cities burn
We don't give a damn
'Cause we got all our friends right here
We got youth to spend
Time away from me is what I need
To clear my sight and clear my head
I'm coming down over it
Coming down over
Coming down over, I'll be right there
I'm coming down over it
Coming down over again
Be right there
I'll be right there
Down I go, I'll scream, I'll go to bed
I feel my blood, I did my time
I'm deep in my bed, I'm deep in my way
I'm keepin' my soul
Then I go
I'll be right there
(Over it, I'm over it, I'm over it, I'm over it)
(Over it, I'm over and over it)
(Going over it, over and over it)
(I'm finally over it, over it, over it)
(Over and over it, over and over it)
(I mean over it, over and over it)
(Over and over it, over and over it)
(Over it, over and over it)
(Over and over it)
(The birds are singing, "It's the end of the world")
(The birds are singing, "It's the end of the world")
(The birds are singing, "It's the end of the world")
(The birds are singing, "It's the end of the world")
(The birds are singing, "It's the end of the world")
(The birds are singing, "It's the end of the world")
(The birds are singing, "It's the end of the world")
(The birds are singing, The birds are singing)
(The birds are singing)
(The birds are singing, "It's the end of the world")
(The birds are singing, "It's the end of the world")
(The birds are singing, The birds are singing)
(The birds are singing, "It's the end of the world")
(The birds are singing)
(The birds are singing, "It's the end of the world, it's the end")
'Cause time away from me is what I need
To clear my sight and clear my head
Clear my head
Clear my head
Clear my head
Writer(s): Edwin Thomas Congreave, Jack William Bevan, James Andrew Smith, Yannis Barnabas Emanuel Philippakis
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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