Sunday Comfort Lyrics - Singles - Krystle Warren

These circumstances, these days of the week 

Ill pick them up, fold them in, make them origami 

til words form within and give me something to sing 

Boats, trains, aeroplanes..Ill take anything. 

These sweet pieces of loves etiquette 

Spoil my appetite and make me forget 

Cant find the hole that enabled the fall 

Cant find the quarters to make sense of it all 

When you were blind, I wrote a letter in braille 

Thinking that you would take it as just everyday mail, 

I carved out a solider, wounded, laid on a cot 

In quotes he asked you why it was that you shot 

You left me looking for Sunday Comfort on a Monday afternoon.