Sunday of Nothing

When the sun goes up
Showing its face
Giving me force to start the day

When the sun goes up
I don't wanna move, I just wanna stay
Under my sheets for all the day

And the mirror man
Winks me an eye
Gives me the strength to start the flight

With my coffee cup
And my cookie jar
I don't have the need to look so far

Oooh oooh
I find myself with nothing to do
Oooh oooh
Whatever comes I'll pass it through
Oooh oooh oooh

In my comfy couch
Playing guitar
Strumming the strings with all my heart

Rings the phone blue sofa calling to green sofa
Man what are you doing? Im just... I'm doing the same
Feeling the blame
Sundays of nothing are just great

Oooh oooh
I find myself with nothing to do
Oooh oooh
Whatever comes I'll pass it through
Oooh oooh oooh

Its getting late the sun is falling to the ground
But I don't care at all
I will be smiling after all
Oooh

Oooh oooh
I find myself with nothing to do
Oooh oooh
Whatever comes I'll pass it through
Oooh oooh oooh

Oooh oooh
I find myself with nothing to do
Oooh oooh
Whatever comes I'll pass it through
Oooh oooh oooh

Oooh oooh
(Whistle)...