Even on a sunday afternoon

there must be something
something going wrong in this garden
all the flowers are black
leaves are upside down
but it really doesn't matter to me

'cause even on a sunday afternoon
we could find that we have flown too far too soon
too weak to see the meaning of it all
and even on a sunday afternoon
we could just pretend that we're in love
and we will be in love

there must be something
something going wrong in this garden
all the flowers are black
painted upside down
but it really doesn't matter in the long run

I'll feed you up with hot dogs and ice cream
strip away the bullshit hip routine
you can't pretend you don't love mary poppins too
and even on a sunday afternoon
when all the world is hopelessly in blue
I'll still be loving you