Enter into her world

They call her sunday painter

She is killing time with her brush

That's the way she likes it Yeah

She lighting up a cigarette

It's hanging on the side of her mouth

But beside that cloud of smoke

She is just a pretty girl in need of love

Look and see

You and me

We are sunday painters

We're sunday

Oh

Enter into her world

They call her sunday painter

She likes to tire like she's all alone

But the places she calls from

She like Coffee, black, strong

She looks scared, she stares kind of sad

Now I feel her [?]

For a minute I was in her heaven

Look and see

You and me

We are sunday painters

We're sunday

Oh

Enter into her world

She is a little day dreamer

She stands around whenever I'm alone

And wouldn't reason

For some reflect we're always there

Passing by, passing by

Some reflect we're always there

Pass sunday painter

We're sunday

Tell yourself it's ok

The things that are, lead this way