Jagged Rocks on the Perimeter - Sunday at Dusk

Somewhere here
Has left us this
on this day
Of holy bliss
There is no one
Else outside
To save me from
The drudge
Of another night

When the sun goes down
We take shelter in our house
Without the birds
We have dust
It happens once a week
It's sunday at dusk

And the street lights
Cut the air
I look around and you're
Not there
So I'll stop and come
My hair
And wonder just what I'm
Doi

Written by:
Jim Booth, Richard Contadino, Timothy David Ferguson

Publisher:
Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING

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