Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sarina Cohn
Vocals
Philippe Decock
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sarina Cohn
Composer
Philippe Decock
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pietro Lacirignola
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Sunday morning
There's nothing left to sing
Every single word has lost it's meaning
By the evening
Our time will start to run again
So there's nothing to regret
Either laugh or tears
We can forget
Don't be sad
If you look for me
I'll be sitting
Just next to your head
I hope you'll tell
You're still proud of me
And I swear I don't mind
What you said
There's a world for us
Scattered all around
Cause we did hear the after sound
Sunday evening
Everybody's leaving
I should go to work
But I'm still thinking
By the ceiling
A dirty cloud of smoke remains
With the tune
That makes me weep
Take me back to bed
'Cause I'm falling asleep
Don't be sad
If you look for me
I'll be sitting
Just next to your head
I hope you'll tell
You're still proud of me
And I swear I don't mind
What you said
There's a world for us
Scattered all around
Cause we did hear the after sound
Don't be sad
If you look for me
I'll be sitting
Just next to your head
I hope you'll tell
You're still proud of me
And I swear I don't mind
What you said
There's a world for us
Scattered all around
(There's a world for us)
(Scattered all around)
Don't be sad
If you look for me
I'll be sitting
Just next to your head
I hope you'll tell
You're still proud of me
And I swear I don't mind
What you said
There's a world for us
Scattered all around
Cause we did hear the after sound
Writer(s): Sarina Cohn
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