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Music by 10,000 Maniacs - Lyrics by Mary Ramsey
Shards of glass cut through my gaze
Broken streamers hanging at my legs
Drunk and giddy full
the morning sun
Ruins of another country
Day has just begun
Blown by the desert breeze
No memory of trees
No mercy from the sky
No avenue to try
In the quiet
morning
Lots of time with nothing to do
Lots of time to spend with you
On Sunday morning

It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sound of feet
[Prevail]
As 10,000 Maniacs emerge from an Oasis that's Everclear
My Soundgarden was invented to Blind Melons and Smash Pumpkins
How could a whole
with nothing to do
Lots of time to spend with you
On Sunday morning

It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sound of feet walking by
I'll put
the violet light

Was it always this magnificent, cause it feels so different
In the morning light

Like the first word from your first born
Landscape
The hour is early
The whole world is quiet
A beautiful morning's about to ignite
I'm ready for danger
I'm ready for fire
I'm ready for something
morning
Lots of time with nothing to do
Lots of time to spend with you
On Sunday morning

It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sound of feet
morning
Lots of time with nothing to do
Lots of time to spend with you
On Sunday morning

It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sound of feet
morning
Lots of time with nothing to do
Lots of time to spend with you
On Sunday morning

It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sound of feet
He threw the morning paper in the middle of the grass
Then he rode by on his bicycle and kicked me in the ass
OI! ARGH! HIT THE DECK!!
Wake up in the morning go to work
Fire up the truck and drive to Sonoma
Hop on the forklift and load up the truck with 10,000 pounds of newspapers
In the quiet morning
There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
Tossed by the tides
Sunday morning's sky

Apologize
10,000 times
For days run over forever
In my mind

But middle ground has given way
And where to step is now
What I
morning
Lots of time with nothing to do
Lots of time to spend with you
On Sunday morning

It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sound of feet
Wake up in the morning go to work
Fire up the truck and drive to Sonoma
Hop on the forklift and load up the truck with 10,000 pounds of newspapers
with nothing to do
Lots of time to spend with you
On Sunday morning

It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sound of feet walking by
I'll put
with you
On Sunday morning

It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sounds of feet walking by
I'll put coffee on to brew
We can have a cup
In the quiet morning, there was much despair
And in the hours that followed, no one could repair
That poor girl, tossed by the tides of misfortune
a red rose unkissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture Heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday morning
a red rose unkissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture Heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday morning
with you
On Sunday morning

It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sounds of feet walking by
I'll put coffee on to brew
We can have a cup
unkissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture Heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday morning with no church
a red rose unkissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture Heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday morning
in the zone

Mist covers the ground
In the city
Engine rumbles quiet
As we drift by

I wish you could see it
Through my crooked eye
Oh your