There must be something Something going wrong in this garden All the flowers are black Leaves are upside down But it really doesn't matter to me 'Cause even on a sunday afternoon We could find that we have flown too far too soon Too weak to see the meaning of it all And even on a sunday afternoon We could just pretend that we're in love And we will be in love There must be something Something going wrong in this garden All the flowers are black Painted upside down But it really doesn't matter in the long run I'll feed you up with hot dogs and ice cream Strip away the bullshit hip routine You can't pretend you don't love mary poppins too And even on a sunday afternoon When all the world is hopelessly in blue I'll still be loving you