"Sundays" as written by David Bryson, David Immergluck, James Bogios, Charles Gillingham, Daniel Vickrey and Adam Duritz....
Colored rubbers and a bedroom set
I wouldn't know it if it hit me
You take a little step and then it feels like love
I think I better get a little of it in me
Give me a kiss
I think it feels like love
Give me a kiss
I think it feels like sunshine
C'mon baby, light me up
I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind and...
[Chorus]
You think that you can do without me
I can't do anything at all
You think that you can do without me
But I don't believe in Sundays
And I don't believe in anything at all
Your mother make you in a parking lot
My mother made me out of flesh and wire
Try to remember what you might forget
I try to remember everything
Try to remember so you don't disappear
Try to remember so you don't fade away
Your mother made you out of smoke and rain
Your mother made you in a fire that's faded
[Chorus]
I wanna touch you for the things I'm losing
I wanna touch you for my self-respect
Give me a reason or I might stop breathing
Give me a reason why I'm soaking wet
Gotta stop breathing cause the sky is falling
I might go out and watch the moon explode
Give me directions to the highway crossing
I'll go lie down in the middle of the road
[Chorus]
I don't believe in Sundays
And I don't believe in anything at all
I don't believe in anything at all
I wouldn't know it if it hit me
You take a little step and then it feels like love
I think I better get a little of it in me
Give me a kiss
I think it feels like love
Give me a kiss
I think it feels like sunshine
C'mon baby, light me up
I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind and...
[Chorus]
You think that you can do without me
I can't do anything at all
You think that you can do without me
But I don't believe in Sundays
And I don't believe in anything at all
Your mother make you in a parking lot
My mother made me out of flesh and wire
Try to remember what you might forget
I try to remember everything
Try to remember so you don't disappear
Try to remember so you don't fade away
Your mother made you out of smoke and rain
Your mother made you in a fire that's faded
[Chorus]
I wanna touch you for the things I'm losing
I wanna touch you for my self-respect
Give me a reason or I might stop breathing
Give me a reason why I'm soaking wet
Gotta stop breathing cause the sky is falling
I might go out and watch the moon explode
Give me directions to the highway crossing
I'll go lie down in the middle of the road
[Chorus]
I don't believe in Sundays
And I don't believe in anything at all
I don't believe in anything at all
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Love the lyrics. Sounds like a search for love? And the constant quest to differentiate between love and lust? Who knows...the quest to believe in something, to try believing in another person even though you know they will most likely fail you?
"I don't believe in Sundays, and I don't believe and I don't believe in anything," I don't think any other singer could pull that off quite like Adam. He really convinces you of it...because he seems to believe what he sings, he really makes you *feel* what he's singing about. I think we can all relate to not believing in Sundays, to not believing in aything, least of all love.
the band sings "In Love" over Adam singing "How can I believe in anything"?
I agree with you, thecoldpart, really think it's about differentiating between love and lust.
One of my favorite songs on the CD, probably cause it's kinda upbeat but not really.
the versus though.. ehh.
the lyrics are great- but It's to peppy compared to the chorus.
I don't beleive in sunday's either. so I like it.