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 rap 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
Backstage is where I truly am
All these spirits in the devil hands
All thesе spirits in the devil hands (yeah)

I rеmember 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
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