Echolyn When Sunday Spills Lyrics

These walls are thin. We hear everything above a whisper
So she smokes weed and likes to drink. She just beat cancer alone

So don't give another day to this

Always over her shoulder, afraid in her own home
You keep and grow your own garden, and I've seen you drink
You know it's not a very pretty sight.So don't give another day to this

Things got ugly. Ugly got so violent
She rarely goes out to find her summertime
And her sun, it never smiles or comes out these days
When her Sunday spills, the pavement's had its fill
It breaks the Kansas Quiet I'm waiting for the shot

The language you use leaves no doubt your marriage is dead
She screams, "Wife beater!" Why? But, no one's really sure
You know we've heard so many hurtful things

So don't give another day to this

Although she's never feeling right, she's afraid to go
He's never wrong, she's never right, she's afraid to go
She's given everything, can't give another day
Nothing could be farther from what's been twisted now

So you want to leave? How about that never happens