Home from this sun, this room is a mess  18 hours till I come back from this sparkled end  Still I’ve searched my photographs  And everybody looks the same  I’ve tried searching your eyes for some new beginning    Sundays nobody near  Through me eyes yesterday’s clear  This dark radio has so much sound  On Sundays when no one’s around    Tomorrow I’ll forget the darkness within  But today I’ll remember my lights  To hold up five memories in a picture still  I remember five memories because no one else will  Today’s so here and tomorrow’s no where to be seen    Sundays nobody near  Through me eyes yesterday’s clear  This dark radio has so much sound  On Sundays when no one’s around    To lay awake dreaming the morning before  Nothing is happening, leaving no more  The house in the sand, all covered in gold  Sundays come up   19 hours they hold    The sun in my half window glows over the wood  No stars yet, but their falling  Falling back to the wood    Sundays nobody near  Through me eyes yesterday’s clear  This dark radio has so much sound  On Sundays when no one’s around