Feel Alright

Oh Sunday morning, not a scrap in sight

Ill go without, I do it out of spite

All by myself, yeah

Foods lost its flavour, I refuse to bite

Do myself no favours, I stay in every night

Ashtrays in rows, but you know&

I feel alright

Its just another Sunday morning, then its Sunday night

I feel alright

Its just the ghost of you behind me, sitting right up tight

Ill read the paper, but its yesterdays

The worlds gone mad and Im going the same way

All by myself, yeah

When the sun is shining, but it dont give no hope

Im into whining, and Im all out of soap

But its good to feel dirty, yeah

When you feel alright

Just another Sunday morning, everythings alright

I feel alright

Its just the ghost of you behind me sitting right up tight

Sitting right up tight

So many miles, between me and you

So many days, I dont know what to do

Be by myself, then I know&

Ill be alright

On another Sunday morning, another Sunday night

Ill be alright

With the ghost of you behind me sitting right up tight

Sitting right up tight

Sitting right up tight

Sitting right up tight