Those Sunday mornings 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
Look into the light Fills you completely Look into the light Reflects you so sweetly Now that the nights completely out of sight Look into the light
If you want me, come and get me If you want me, you'll be there In the daytime, in the night time Over here and, over there It's oh so serious It's oh
