Topic: Sunday Afternoon
Sunday Afternoon JCL Original
June 2012
[C]Sunday afternoon I was sle[D]eping, i was drea[Am]ming i wasnt [F]breath[G]ing
[C]Yesterday afternoon in the deep[D]-end, this fool was leaking into [F]quicks[G]and
Whistling a tune you are screaming, my hands are freezing as you please him
Drinking before noon on the ceiling, barely speaking, Im barely breathing
[Am]Im aready [G]done
[Am]Im almost [G]home
[Am]Its all in [G]fun
[Am]Shes been and [G]gone[G7]
Sunday afternoon before we sleep-in,before we begin caught me stealing.
Its way too soon for me to be speaking, about my reasons for this weakness
Bubbling in the spoon as i breath in the fumes are bleeding releasing demons
Tied up in a noose is what im feeling and it squeezes as im leaving
CHORUS
Sunday afternoon she was sleeping with my disease in, trying to ease in
Wasting away am i dreaming to hear me screaming I watch her leaving
Good bye was the words i was meaning I had to reach in I had to feel it
Sunday afternoon I was sleeping, i was dreaming i wasnt breathing
CHORUS
Who is more foolish, the boy afraid of the dark...or the man afraid of the light?
