Swirling thoughts on a rainy day
Sunday afternoons and Monday mornings wasted away
With my greasy hair tied up into a bun
Wearing your old sweater in the sun
And time keeps passing us by
Like a warm summer night
I get my feet wet and I follow down the tracks
A dream that hits different every time
In my head there's a couple of things left
That keep me from being my best
In my head there's a couple of things left
I am nothing but the clothes that I wear
You and me and my sweater
I am nothing but the clothes that I wear
In front of you I can lay bare
Tuesday morning and I'm trapped inside again
Remembering the time we spent
With my hands running through your hair
And I feel your breath and the fresh air
Coming from the window over there
Will this week ever end
I finally want it to be Thursday again
So I can feel your lips on mine
As we slowly undress inside