Sunday Painter – The Temper TrapBy Enter into her worldThey call her Sunday painterShe is killing time with her brushThat’s the way she likes itYeahShe lighting up a cigaretteIt’s hanging on the side of her mouthBut beside that cloud of smokeShe is just a pretty girl in need of loveLook and seeYou and meWe are Sunday paintersWe’re SundayOhEnter into her worldThey call her Sunday painterShe likes to tire like she’s all aloneBut the places she calls fromShe like coffee, black, strongShe looks scared, she stares kind of sadNow I feel her possessionFor a minute I was in her heavenLook and seeYou and meWe are Sunday paintersWe’re SundayOhEnter into her worldShe is a little day dreamerShe stands around whenever I’m aloneAnd wouldn’t reasonFor some reflect we’re always therePassing by, passing bySome reflect we’re always therePass Sunday painterWe’re SundayTell yourself it’s OKThe things that are, lead this way www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20