Sunday Nights

[Produced By Alex Newport] [Chorus] Sunday nights are slow surrender It never lasts and we'll never learn We can still make this one to remember It's Sunday night and we've time to burn Tomorrow morning can wait its turn [Verse 1] Charge your glasses and raise a toast To the memory gained To the sleep that we lost Another weekend run to ground Another passing coat of red painted across our town Work is shallow, cuts are deep But who would waste two days respite? You can't catch up on sleep So here we are, last chance saloon The ticking clock and a slow defeat It'll all be over soon [Chorus] [Verse 2] Once more friends unto the breach Bleary-eyed, the stuff of dreams always slips out of reach Defiance dressed up in crumpled clothes Protest played out with a headache Starting late but going slow Though we know we have to be there We have tasted freer air, we don't have to care [Chorus] [Bridge] All our days will fade away In hazy nights and clear mistakes So here's to us and needs that must Let's raise a toast for one last boast Cause [Outro] It's Sunday night and we've time to burn Tomorrow morning can wait its turn