Everyday Is Like Sunday

Trudging slowly over wet sand Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is the coastal town That they forgot to lock down Come Armageddon, come Armageddon, come Every day is like Sunday Every day is silent and grey Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard How I dearly wish I was not here In the seaside town That they forgot to lock down Come Armageddon, come Armageddon, come Every day is like Sunday Every day is silent and grey Trudging back over pebbles and sand And a strange mist lands on your hands And on your face On your face On your face On your face Every day is like Sunday Win yourself a cheap tray Share a greasy tea with me Every day is silent and grey Every day is silent and grey Every day is like Sunday (every day) Every day is like Sunday (every day is like Sunday) Every day is like Sunday (every day, every day) Every day is like Sunday (every day is like Sunday) Every day is like Sunday (every day, every day is like Sunday) Every day is like Sunday