Sunday morning, bombers roaring
Into my head
This could be the reason
I can't get out of my bed
Someone's screaming
My be I'm reaming
Lots of possibilies
And even if I'm bleeding
Please don't turn your
Back on me
Why does destiny
Always turning back on me
When I'm just about to see
My identity
Sunday morning, I left my worries
Back in yesterday
I got an empty head
Swinging to reach some airwaves
I'm stucked somewhere in between
The road is spilt with gasoline
I smell the gas is leaking
Time bomb is tick tick ticking
Why does destiny
Always turning back on me
When I'm just about to see
My identity