And I remember everything: Comics on a blue horizon; Sundays, your hand in mine. I remember the things you said…Said, “I’ll be a lady, wait through it all, be there to catch you, after the fall.”
On my dying day I read the Comics Sunday, I might be able to say: “You know I finally see things all your way.”
We. so tired of all the darkness in our lives. With no more angry words to say can come alive. Read the Sunday Comics and drive to the other side. You, babe, stepping out into the night.
If I ever get out of here, thought of giving it all away to a registered charity. All I’d need is Comics on Sunday, if I ever get outta here.
If we ever get outta of here
When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school, it’s a wonder I can think at all. And though my reading Sunday Comics hasn’t hurt me none, I can read the writing on the wall.
I’m in the sky when I’m on my floor, the world’s a mess and you’re my only cure. There’s no time for the Sunday Comics; the only words I know are more, more and more…No one to criticize me, then.
Todo es mentira en este mundo, todo es mentira, la verdad! Todo es mentira Sunday Comics; todo es mentira, por que sera.
Do ya wanna channel Dutch? Fabricate a Rockwell? Spend the Sunday reading Comics, “gimme some hash”? Atonement! Atonement! Well, come and get a little bit…
Remember what we’ve said and done and read about each other in the Sunday Comics. Don’t let the past remind us of what we are not now: I am not dreaming.