Shades of silver
With concrete gold
And it welts and withers
Knock but no ones home
And all of those broken strings
Overflowing the glass
Well I'll just pop that cork
Gotta make it last
Sipping Dom Perignon
To a different tune
It's a Sunday afternoon
Well now the rain is coming down
Sounds like giant footsteps
And the vinyl makes a sound
Something I won't forget
I'll count my one two three's
I still got this hole
But there's specs of silver
Oh with concrete gold
Sipping Dom Perignon
To a different tune
It's a Sunday afternoon
Stained another shirt
Now its Two PM
Sticky countertops
Now she's got the spins
Dancing around now
Bottle in one hand
Shouting lyrics to a song
She don't understand
Sipping Dom Perignon
To a different tune
It's a Sunday
Another Sunday
It's a Sunday afternoon
