Remembering Sundays

I remember Sundays, afternoon time

When the world was something large and strange

I need a small town

Don't know where to live now

I need emotion

I need a caravan

Hate a Mercedes Benz

I don't rap and stack rubber bands

Never second guessin' who I am

Lost boy, Peter Pan

Wait in the line at the Summer Jam

Gettin' used to all the screamin' fans

Backstage is where I truly am

All these spirits in the devil hands

All these spirits in the devil hands, yeah

I remember Sundays, afternoon time

When the world was something large and strange

I remember some days, after school time

Chasing after sunlight, led me home

I feel all the memories

Buying trinkets, from my childhood

And I'm thinking

Life has lemons, Lemony Snicket

Snickering at books under blankets

Now, I see this in my dreams (My dreams)

Now, it's my reality (Reality)

And now, I'm on your TV screen

But this time, I can't hear your screams

I remember Sundays, afternoon time

When the world was something large and strange

I remember some days, after school time

Chasin' after sunlight, led me home

What is it over there?

What is it?

Memories

They so deadly clear

Finally

I have reached past my fears

But in the shadows of my heart

You should abide

If it's true, you should not resign

You and I