Songtext
Til Sundaytime
I'll be waiting here
There's a cabin in the woods
With foliage on its side
I'm putting pictures up
Deciding where you fit
Into all these empty spaces
But nothing new comes around
You put up a picture of us
Paint a killer on my soul
And rip me off the wall
For a congregation of strangers
Who couldn't understand
Speculating who I might've been
Monday comes around
Suddenly I found
On Tuesday I'll drown
If i don't find my way out
Paint a killer on my soul
While i slip away
And make the sudden changes
That i need to make