Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
54-40
Performer
Osborne
Vocals
Phil Comparelli
Guitar
Matt Johnson
Drums
Brad Merritt
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Osborne
Songwriter
Phil Comparelli
Songwriter
Matt Johnson
Songwriter
Brad Merritt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Osborne
Producer
Matt Johnson
Producer
Lyrics
It was a Sunday afternoon, kind of wet
and cheerless
And I didn't know what to do one time without you
In every mess I find myself a friend
Getting off on the wrong side again
Am I part of your problem or on the side of solution
And all the curses ever spoken raise the power of confusion
I think I left my futures all behind
Retreating through the loop holes in my mind
Sunday girl she shook me up
Sunday girl she freaked me out
Sunday girl she woke me from my sleep
And if a thousand slimy things can breathe, then why not me
What begins as fear always ends in folly
Last night I tasted life again
Last night I won and lost a friend
My island is so very peopled
Like girls and roses they only last while they last
Writer(s): Matt Johnson, Phil Comparelli, Brad Merritt, Neil Osborne
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