Sunday morning, cold blue light Barely awake, pasty mouth Some pills to make the headache go away Weightless body, floating high Above an overcrowed town There's no way out, there is no turning back She's on her own Floating high Still on her way To the sky Kissing the sun Burning wings She's having fun There's nothing else to do Without you Sunday evening, dying light Exasperated and uptight It didn't make the headache go away Weightless body, floating high Above an overcrowed town There's no way out, there is no turning back She's on her own Floating high Still on her way To the sky Kissing the sun Burning wings She's having fun There's nothing else to do She's on her own Floating high Still on her way To the sky Kissing the sun Burning wings She's having fun There's nothing else to do Without you