Season Of Illusions

Obliterate the Sunday you've been cherishing all week Obliterate the Sunday, he's a pleasure you can keep I thought you'd let me speak today But Esperanto's out of date It's just another Sunday Now Top of the Pops is dead And if the morning gets you down And then the evening lets you down Obliterate the Sundays, fair play Obliterate the Sunday Just keep your phone awake Supposing wrong intentions won't make it easier to wake A season of illusions A pocket full of doubts A night of fading stars and a legacy of clouds Obliterate the Sunday The glass is out of reach The heat was low, relief, you'll find a palm tree in your sleep Your hiding for months Dodging the seas You spent the day scheming And your a Houdini Train has pulled out Light has pulled in A chance of escape Come right up the street Obliterate the Sunday You've been cherishing all week Obliterate the Sunday He's a pleasure you can keep Season of illusions Pocket full of doubts Night of fading stars and a legacy of clouds And if the morning gets you down And then the evening lets you down Obliterate the Sunday, fair play [Repeat: 3X] Your hiding for months Dodging the seas You spent the day scheming And your a Houdini Train has pulled out Light has pulled in A chance of escape Come right up the street