Lyric Ugly Sunday

(Lanegan/Johnson)

I feel your blood run cold
And it s a rainy Sunday morning
I count the million miles I m driftin
From here, to hell
Today

Behind their windows people stare
Can t recognize the kindness there
Just prayers for drownin ships at sea
None for me
And you

It ll take a hard rain to wash your taste away
Still I wish there was a reason left to stay

I m drunk half blind
And it s an ugly Sunday morning
The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to break
Apart, like me
Why if all the world s stopped turnin
How can all this rain keep fallin
Washin me a million miles away
From you

Why if I m so alone now
Is it getting hard, to say goodbye now
Goodbye now