Remembering Sundays

I remember Sundays afternoon time When the world was something large and strange I need a small town Don't know where to live now I need emotion, I need a caravan Hate a Mercedes-Benz I don't rap a stack in rubber bands Never second guessing who I am Lost boy, Peter Pan Wait in the line at the Summer Jam Getting used to all the screaming fans Backstage is where I truly am All these spirits in the devil hands All these spirits in the devil hands (yeah) I remember Sundays afternoon time When the world was something large and strange I remember some days after school time Chasing after sunlight, led me home I feel all the memories buying trinkets From my childhood and I'm thinking Life has lemons, Lemony Snicket Snickering at books under blankets Now I see this in my dreams (my dreams) Now it's my reality (reality) And now I'm on your TV screen But this time I can't hear your screams I remember Sundays afternoon time When the world was something large and strange I remember some days after school time Chasing after sunlight, led me home What is it over there? (I can see) memories, they're so deadly clear Follow me, I have reached past my fears World in the shallows of our hearts We shall abide With his truth, we should not resign You and I