Month of Sundays

I see we're similar

But I've never thought much about it

'Cause I've got young Mystery

And I couldn't live without her

We're kind of sleeping when you laugh

Say I'm cheapening your love

But it's with young Mystery

That I plan on setting free nowShe'd buzz a bell and run

We'd skip and laugh

I hold her hand

She comes in a halo

What she meant to me I couldn't seeI-I see we're similar

But I can't take it all from you

Unless you want me to

I'll take you away from this old horrible town

And just maybe one day we'll want to come back

And walk these streetsPlay buzz-a-bell and run

We'd skip and laugh

I'll hold her hand

She comes in a halo

What she meant to me I couldn't seeNewer in a month of Sundays