[Liquidtruth]

Heather's Like Sunday by: Matthew Good Band Had a map, Had a chance left in a stolen car, The brochure looked like heaven, But we knew we'd never make it that far, The sea of fields and the poor towns flew by in the dark, And I planned my death, as she slept, with one single shot, To the, heart full of strings, Heart full of finer things, There is salvation out there, There are reasons for us to care, Hands on the wheel, Try hard to breathe and feel, ’Cause going outs the easy part, I said, going outs the easy part. And if the devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it, And I, and I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame, Like love is just a prison if there is no-one there to listen, And the truth is shallow water if you learn nothing when it came, Found a cause had a chance dream with a cheap guitar, And I know that she'd believe me but she knew I'd never make it that far, She said they'd follow me down if I didn't give myself away, So you just hold on tight and close your eyes, And try damn hard not to think about yesterday, She said her father was a holy man who hid her from the world, Like a puppet in an evening dress with plastic friends and pearls, And I was never much for dancing so I was leader of the band, And I played revolutionary waltzes with a revolver in my... Hand over strings, A hand full of finer things, There is salvation in here, Reasons for us to care, Hands on the wheel, Try hard to breathe and feel, ’Cause going outs the easy part, I said, going outs the easy part. And if the devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it, And I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame, Like, love is just a meaning of someone else's dreaming, And Heather's like Sunday. And if the devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it, And I, I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame, Like, love is just a meaning of someone else's dreaming, And Heather's like Sunday.