Текст песни Sunday Mornings

Don't let the sun go down on your anger The longest day in history still had to end Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky ‘Cause you never miss the water until the well runs dry But I pay no attention to the things that hide out past the moon Or anything I can't directly view But you were the exception that proved my rule Yeah, you were the exception that proved my rule You've got so many mountains and no one to trust And you've got lonely sunday mornings and two inches of dust And you've got a lot of options that you're stuck in between And you got some new tattoos, but you're still not sure what they mean So lay down in a bed made of books you haven't read And call me when you've caught your second wind But I pay no attention to the things that hide out past the moon Or anything I can't directly view But you were the exception that proved my rule Yeah, you were the exception that proved my rule Don't let the sun go down on your anger The longest day in history still had to end Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky ‘Cause you never miss the water until the well runs dry.