When Sunday Spills Lyrics

These walls are thin. We hear everything above a whisper.
So she smokes weed and likes to drink. She just beat cancer alone.

So don"t give another day to this.
Always over her shoulder, afraid in her own home.
You keep and grow your own garden, and I"ve seen you drink.
You know it"s not a very pretty sight.

So don"t give another day to this.

Things got ugly. Ugly got so violent.
She rarely goes out to find her summertime.
And her sun, it never smiles or comes out these days.
When her Sunday spills, the pavement"s had its fill.
It breaks the Kansas Quiet.
I"m waiting for the shot.

The language you use leaves no doubt your marriage is dead.
She screams, 'Wife beater!' Why? But, no one"s really sure.
You know we"ve heard so many hurtful things.
So don"t give another day to this.

Although she"s never feeling right, she"s afraid to go.
He"s never wrong, she"s never right, she"s afraid to go.
She"s given everything, can"t give another day.
Nothing could be farther from what"s been twisted now.

So you want to leave? How about that never happens.