Season Of Illusions

Obliterate the Sunday

You've been cherishing all week

Obliterate the Sunday

He's a pleasure you can keep

I thought you'd let me speak today

But Esperanto's out of date

It's just another Sunday

Now Top of the Pops is dead

And if the morning gets you down

And then the evening lets you down

Obliterate the Sundays, fair play

Obliterate the Sunday

Just keep your phone awake

Supposing wrong intentions

Won't make it easier to wake

A season of illusions

A pocket full of doubts

A night of fading stars

And a legacy of clouds

Obliterate the Sunday

The glass is out of reach

The heat was low, relief

You'll find a palm tree

In your sleep

Your hiding for months

Dodging the seas

You spent the day scheming

And your a houdini

Train has pulled out

Light has pulled in

A chance of escape

Come right up the street

Obliterate the Sunday

You've been cherishing all week

Obliterate the Sunday

He's a pleasure you can keep

Season of illusions

Pocket full of doubts

Night of fading stars

And a legacy of clouds

And if the morning gets you down

And then the evening lets you down

Obliterate the Sunday, fair play

Your hiding for months

Dodging the seas

You spent the day scheming

And your a houdini

Train has pulled out

Light has pulled in

A chance of escape

Come right up the street