For those who've slept,

For those who've kept
Themselves jacked up
How Jesus wept -
Sunday,
Sunday...

For those in need,
For those who speed,
For those who try
To slow their minds with weed -
Sunday,
Sunday...

For those who wake
With a blind headache,
Who must be still,
Who will sit and wait
For Sunday
to be Monday...

Yeah, it will be ok,
Do nothing today,
Give yourself a break,
Let your imagination run away.

For those with guilt,
For those who wilt
Under pressure
No tears over spilt milk -
Sunday,
Sunday,
Sunday,
Sunday,
Sunday,
Sunday -

Yeah, it will be ok.
Do nothing today,
Give yourself a break,
Let your imagination run away.

Sia Furler
"Sunday"
2004