the lemonheads
sunday
Down, down to the beach One lesson left to teach There where the water flies Let me lay down and die on the sand The moment's at hand On a winter sunday Had to happen someday I see the days go by I feel the minutes fly I feel the time slipping away And I never saw the ice and snow Whispering as you turned to go Under snow you lay Turning to go, can't stay Don't take my hand Don't understand