Let it go

Song of the day;;

→ Morrissey - Everyday Is Like Sunday

Trudging slowly over wet sand

Back to the bench

Where your clothes were stolen

This is the coastal town

That they forgot to close down

Armageddon, come, Armageddon Come, Armageddon, come

Everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade

Etch a postcard

How I dearly wish I was not here

In the seaside town

That they forgot to bomb

Come, come, come, nuclear bomb

Everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand

And a strange dust lands on your hands

And on your face, on your face, on your face, on your face

Everyday is like Sunday

Win yourself a cheap tray

Share some greased tea with me

Everyday is silent and grey