I got your pill
Down my throat
In your throat, bits of hope
But your hands are in, the pocket of my coat
Brand new, for you, dancing with a rope
On my face
Never taught me to chase
Confusion, black holes
Missing grace
Bowing sheep, with no knees
Lots of needs, just like us
We got those
Days by days, you still think it's Sunday
Month by month, you still say it's Sunday
My honor, I fell
And don't you cry at all
You might just be, lucky
And have my little-baby
Mistakes fell
But don't you cry at all
You might just be-lazy
And have my sleepy, baby
It's the way we go
Back and forth
About to be what, what you see
See is me, anything about your
Day by day by day
You still think it's Sunday
Month by month by month
You still say it's Sunday
My honor, I fell
And don't you cry at all
You might just be, lucky
And have my little-baby
Mistakes fell
But don't you cry at all
You might just be
We go
Baby
Maybe, you and I
Have one day
Or two
Make it three
I think I like it
I like it
Day by day by day
You still think it's Sunday
Month by month by month
You still say it's Sunday
The days
Our days
What days?
Your days
You got us always down
And you just know I will keep following
Up up up
All you little monkey's
Down down down
Is the way you go,you go
Up up up
All you little monkey's
Down down down
In my throat
When you say
All goes
