Oh, Sunday morning not a scrap in sight
I'll go without, I do it out of spite, all by myself, yeah
Food's lost it's flavour, I refuse to bite
Do myself no favours, I stay in every night, ashtrays in rows, but you know
I feel alright, it's just another Sunday morning, then it's Sunday night
I feel alright, it's just the ghost of you behind me sitting right up tight
I'll read the paper, but it's yesterdays
The world's gone mad and I'm going the same way, all by myself, yeah
When the sun is shining, but it don't give no hope
I'm into whining, and I'm all out of soup but it's good to feel dirty, yeah
When you feel alright just another Sunday morning, everything's alright
I feel alright, it's just the ghost of you behind me
Sitting right up tight, sitting right up tight
So many miles, between me and you
So many days, I don't know what to do, be by myself, then I know
I'll be alright on another Sunday morning, another Sunday night
I'll be alright with the ghost of you behind me sitting right up tight
Sitting right up tight, sitting right up tight, sitting right up tight
