Sundays

Now all the days They feel like Sundays So I'm creeping out late The voice in my head helps me see straight It's like a calling I take For an opportunity for me To set me free Into the night All my desires Burn in the fire Rapture premonitions So I escape Rapture premonitions You called me on my phone last weekend Repeating the same thing And as I found myself believing Like a god send speaking Sometimes we'd try so hard to find And spend all night looking Into the night All our desires Tower the pire Rapture premonitions So I escape Rapture premonitions Rapture premonitions So I escape Rapture premonitions Rapture premonitions So I escape Rapture premonitions