Sunday Night - Laakso

Sunday night arrives

And everything’s too late again tonight

Another week is gone without me getting

Any of my stuff done

For the last six months

I’ve been waiting for the day to come

When I run

The thing in my life that I really wanna do

That I’m into doing

But no way

Another and another day

But I’m doing this for real

And I’m doing this for love

Yeah, I’m doing this for real

And I’m doing this for real, pure love

My good friends arrive

They’re here to guide

They’re here to give advice

That’s really nice

But I’d rather see things

Through my very own eyes

So spair me your lifes important things

Your mama’s put in your mouth

Oh mom

What a weakened son you’ve got

But I’m doing this for real

And I’m doing this for love

Yeah, I’m doing this for real

And I’m doing this for love

Yeah, I’m in this for real

And I’m in this for love

Yeah I’m in this for real

In this for real, pure love

I won’t drink tonight

Alright, I’ll have a smaller size tin pint