Sunday morning call

Here's another sunday morning call Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl Into a day that couldn't give you more But what for? And in your head do you feel What you're not supposed to feel And You take what you want But you won't get it for free And You need more time Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more But i'm not sure if it ever works out right But it's ok. It's all right When yer lonely and you start to hear The little voices in your head at night You will only sniff away the tears So you can dance until the morning light At what price? And in your head do you feel What you're not supposed to feel And You take what you want But you won't get it for free And You need more time Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more But I'm not sure if it ever works out right But it's ok. It's all right And in your head do you feel What you're not supposed to feel When you take what you want But You don't get hope for free And You need more time Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more And I'm not sure if it'll ever, ever, ever work out right Will it ever, ever, ever work out right? Cos it never, never, never works out right