Ugly Sunday

I feel your blood run cold And it's a rainy Sunday morning I count the million miles I'm driftin' From here, to hell Today Behind their windows people stare Can't recognize the kindness there Just prayers for drownin' ships at sea None for me And you It'll take a hard rain to wash your taste away Still I wish there was a reason left to stay I'm drunk half blind And it's an ugly Sunday morning The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to break Apart, like me Why if all the world's stopped turnin' How can all this rain keep fallin' Washin' me a million miles away From you Why if I'm so alone now Is it getting hard, to say goodbye now Goodbye now --- Ugly Sunday - Mark Lanegan