Mark Lanegan:Ugly Sunday

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“Ugly Sunday”
Artist: Mark Lanegan
Albums: The Winding Sheet (1990)
Composers: Mike Johnson
Mark Lanegan

I feel your blood run cold
And it's a rainy Sunday morning
I count the million miles I'm driftin' from here, to hell

Behind their windows people stare
Can't recognize the kindness there
Just prayers for drownin' ships at sea, none for me
And you

It'll take a hard rain to wash your taste away
Still I wish there was a reason left to stay

I'm drunk, half blind
And it's an ugly Sunday morning
The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to break, apart
Like me

Why if all the world's stopped turnin'
How can all this rain keep fallin'
Washin' me a million miles away
From you

Why if I'm so alone now
Is it getting hard to say goodbye now