How I’d like to be asleep
When the hours sink so deep
Into the afternoon
Hear the whispers of the walls
The creaking of the doors
And the rumble of the sea

Hey, your message came too late
And we must push back our date
Let’s say it could be next week
How can I stop this queasiness
Eating junk food nonetheless
In a Sunday afternoon

Sunday ghosts yelling
As I cannot speak
Sunday ghosts haunting
As I can’t even think

Now that the people aren’t aware
How about a breath of air
And a walk around the park?
Skipping the football on tv
Chasing shadows from the trees
Till the shadows swallow me

Sunday ghosts yelling
As I cannot speak
Sunday ghosts haunting
As I can’t even think

What are you looking for?
The same old tiger in the park?
A bit of a jigsaw worn out by the waiting?
The white rook from your old chess pieces
That fell from your pocket thirty years ago
While you were fornicating?

Sunday ghosts yelling
As I cannot speak
Sunday ghosts haunting
As I can’t even think