Sunday Morning - Matisse/Lenka (兰卡)

My heart you are tearing apart

When tears like pearls

Fall like rain in my hands

On a Sunday morning

Who do you love

You're like a beautiful star

And I am a piece of trash

In your delicate arms

On a Sunday morning

Who do you love

And now I am singing alone

On a Sunday morning

No no no

Tell me why I don't like Sundays

With a Judas kiss

I'll let you go

No no no

Tell me where's the love on Mondays

Shall we make a wish

And then let go

You love making a scene

And words like knives

Cut through layers of skin

On a Sunday morning

Who do you love

And I am singing alone

On a Sunday morning

No no no

Tell me why I don't like Sundays

With a Judas kiss

I'll let you go

No no no

Tell me where's the love on Mondays

Shall we make a wish

And then let go