Sunday

A - E - A - E - D - E - D - E(Repeat) A E It's Sunday A E and the world loves itself D E for all of it's faults D E and it's explosions of wealth A - E - A - E A E A E you . . . you stand naked D E in front of your true love's words D E she tells you she's not seen worse and A E A E eyeeeeeees of the wooorrrrld D E will still buuurrrrrn D E and then tuuurrrrrn A well Sunday E - A - E - A - E A E This strange world A E yea, you wear it like a crown D E it's beautiful and senseless D E but it's tragedy you found A - E - A - E A E A E when . . .when you look into her eyes D E D you can tell she's just as ugly as E reflections that you despise A E A E eyeeeeeees of the wooorrrrld D E will still buuurrrrrn D E and then tuuurrrrrn F#m well Sunday *then play Intro twice*