ILLEGAL SUNDAYS

Illegal Sundays, old Bells chime, while I go Hunting wild, do I grow? Green, I want your spring Green, I want your spring Green, I want your spring Can I sprinkle my Sundays, true On this drab empty page? And make my burning nights blue Green, I want your spring Green, I want your spring Green, I want your scream Green, I want your spring Green, I want your spring Green, I want your scream Walk on these memory lanes On moonshine moor, salt & rain I swim in this bowl of my brain Monday mist, sunrise It's me... (Now burn me alive) Green, I want your spring Green, I want your spring Green, I want your spring