Sunday Painter
Enter into her world
They call her sunday painter
She is killing time with her brush
That's the way she likes it yeah
She lighting up a cigarette
It's hanging on the side of her mouth
But beside that cloud of smoke
She is just a pretty girl in need of love
Look and see
You and me
We are sunday painters
We're sunday
Oh
Enter into her world
They call her sunday painter
She likes to tire like she's all alone
But the places she calls from
She like coffee, black, strong
She looks scared, she stares kind of sad
Now I feel her [?]
For a minute I was in her heaven
Look and see
You and me
We are sunday painters
We're sunday
Oh
Enter into her world
She is a little day dreamer
She stands around whenever I'm alone
And wouldn't reason
For some reflect we're always there
Passing by, passing by
Some reflect we're always there
Pass sunday painter
We're sunday
Tell yourself it's ok
The things that are, lead this way
Pintora de Domingo
Entra en su mundo
La llaman pintora de domingo
Ella está matando el tiempo con su pincel
Así es como le gusta, sí
Enciende un cigarrillo
Colgando de un lado de su boca
Pero más allá de esa nube de humo
Ella es solo una chica bonita que necesita amor
Mira y ve
Tú y yo
Somos pintores de domingo
Somos domingo
Oh
Entra en su mundo
La llaman pintora de domingo
Le gusta cansarse como si estuviera sola
Pero los lugares de donde llama
Le gusta el café, negro, fuerte
Parece asustada, mira un poco triste
Ahora siento su [?]
Por un momento estuve en su cielo
Mira y ve
Tú y yo
Somos pintores de domingo
Somos domingo
Oh
Entra en su mundo
Ella es una pequeña soñadora diurna
Ella está cerca siempre que estoy solo
Y no razonaría
Por alguna razón siempre estamos ahí
Pasando, pasando
Por alguna razón siempre estamos ahí
Pintora de domingo
Somos domingo
Dite a ti misma que está bien
Las cosas que son, llevan a este camino