A D A
Sunday nights are slow surrender.
A D E
They'll never last and we'll never learn.
A D A
We can still make this one to remember.
F#m E Dsus2
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn.
F#m E A
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn.
Dsus2 A E
Charge your glasses, raise a toast,
F#m E D
To the memory game,
F#m E
To the sleep that we've lost,
Dsus2 A E
Another weekend ran to ground,
F#m E D
Another passing coat of red,
F#m E
Painted across our town,
Dsus2 A E
Work is shallow, cutting deep.
F#m E D
Who would waste two days respite,
F#m E
Can't catch up on sleep,
Dsus2 A E
So here we are, last chance to live,
F#m E D
Ticking clock and slow defeat.
E (I think)
It'll all be over soon.
A D A
Sunday nights are slow surrender.
A D E
They'll never last and we'll never learn.
A D A
We can still make this one to remember.
F#m E Dsus2
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn.
F#m E A
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn.
Dsus2 A E
So once more friends unto the breach,
F#m E D
Bleary eyed, the stuff of dreams
F#m E
Always slips out of reach,
Dsus2 A
Defiance dressed up,
E
Crumpled clothes,
F#m E D
Protest played out with a headache,
F#m E
Starting late, but going slow,
Dsus2 A E
Don't we know we have to be there,
F#m E D
We have tasted freer air,
E
We don't have to care.
A D A
Sunday nights are slow surrender.
A D E
They'll never last and we'll never learn.
A D A
We can still make this one to remember.
F#m E Dsus2
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn.
F#m E A
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn.
D A E
All our days,
F#m E D
Will fade away,
D A E
And hazy nights,
F#m E D
And clear mistakes.
D A E
So here's to us,
F#m E D
Our needs that much,
D A E
Let's raise a toast,
F#m E D E
For one last boast, cos
F#m E D
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn,
F#m E A
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn.