Remembering Sundays

I remember Sundays afternoon time
When the world was something large and strange

I need a small town
Don't know where to live now
I need emotion
I need a caravan
Hate a Mercedes Benz
I don't wrap a stack in rubber bands
Never second guessing who I am

Lost boy, peter pan
Wait in the line at the summer jam
Getting used to all the screaming fans
Back stage is where I truly am

All these spirits in the devil hands
All these spirits in the devil hands, yeah

I remember Sundays afternoon time
When the world was something large and strange
I remember some days after school time
Chasing after sunlight, led me home

I feel all the memories
Buying trinkets
From my childhood and I'm thinking
Life has lemons, Lemony Snicket
Snickering at books under blankets

Now I see this in my dreams (my dreams)
Now it's my reality ('ality)
And now I'm on your TV screen
But this time I can't hear your screams

I remember Sundays afternoon time
When the world was something large and strange
I remember some days after school time
Chasing after sunlight, led me home

What is it over there?

Memories, they so delicate, yeah
Finally, I have reached past my fears
But in the shadows of our hearts
We shall abide
With his true, you should not reside
You and I