Sunday Supplement 歌詞
In the summer and her pinafore
She thought she'd love for ever more
How soon things sour
Past the bewitching hour she finds
Herself in Winter deep inside her coat
The past is just an anecdote
She can't forget for it's her alphabet of time
Will there be a war
Will she die or will she know
And find the pain of youth still shows
Like Mary Tyler-Moore
She stares across the yawning tide
Out of love and terrified
In the Sunday colour magazine
She reads a line and then she dreams
Of what she'll do
When she leaves you again
She knows that home was once a wild unknown
As always her own chaperone
Catch the bus from wilderness or to
Will there be a war
Will she die or will she know
And find the pain of youth still shows
Like Mary Tyler-Moore
She stares across the yawning tide
Out of love and terrified
Will there be a war
Will she die or will she know
And find the pain of youth still shows
Like Mary Tyler-Moore
She stares across the yawning tide
Out of love and terrified
Hold on tight catch that bus
Fares please ding ding ding