Colin Meloy – Every Day Is Like Sunday lyrics

Trudging slowly over wet sands
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the seaside town
Tat they forgot to close down, Armageddon
Come Armageddon!
Come Armageddon! Come!

And every day is like Sunday
Every day is silent and gray

Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard
"How I dearly wish I was not here"
In the coastal town
That they forgot to bomb, come
Come, Come, nuclear bomb

And everyday is like Sunday
Every day is silent and gray

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
And on your face
On your face...
On your face...
On your fa-a-ace

Every day is like Sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
Share some pleased tea with me
Every day is silent and gray