The Sundays

Gone forever, the writing on the wall
They've boarded-up the cinema
Strawberry dreams and the dust-filled beams
Shut down in a modern town

See you walking, see you talking
Recollection on streets you used to know
Forgotten pleasure smoulder
Images fade but the town won't let them go

Sleepwalking, see you talking
Feel the city inside you
(Oh) leave this city behind you

Drive wherever the roads will take you to
Down beside a river frozen brown
January days and their scarecrow trees
So cold, feel your ears burn

See you walking, see you talking
Feel the city inside you
(Oh) leave this city behind you

Past and present
They converge on every side
The wires all get tangled
When now and then collide
Bittersweet taste of a time and another place before

Sleep walking, see you talking
Feel the city inside you
(Oh) feel this city define you
(Yeah) leave this city behind you

Written by GAVURIN, DAVID / WHEELER, HARRIET
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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