the seven sunday

always morning
when im with u
leaves are fall down
right next to u
with the sleeper wind
and beauty smile ever

always shine
the sun in the sky
always morning
that never come to an end

smoking cigarettes
and talking over coffee
u're always brilliant

with a bottle of compassion
take me to the high

but again...
things go wrong as they sometimes will
you turn out
to be a different way
and the foolish i did
try to believe you.. again

in the seven sunday
thousands sunset
always morning
but only when i die