Why Are Sundays So Depressing

I sing a song I paint a picture My baby's gone I don't miss her Like a swan I don't miss swimmin' All my friends left And they don't miss me Can't take it, babe Your body talks to me Like in a movie, babe I let it resonate, yeah I want your time (time) Don't ask me questions (questions) That you don't want (want) The answers to (to) I love you in the morning, so you know it's no lie You're hidin' in the background, but you wanna be found You've got me on my back and now I've gotta think fast You're hidin' in the background, but you wanna be found Life, take it easy, babe, I I get down, it's automatic, uh I've come to believin' that A-too much time is evil Transition in I'm making your body wait Like on an aeroplane Please baby, take me away, yeah I want your time (time) Don't ask me questions (questions) That you don't want (want) The answer to (to) (I know) (I know) (I know) (I know) I kinda miss the nine-to-five, yeah Do those things that you can't hide I scramble, fight just like a child Hey, ah, na-na-na-na, ah-ah I'm stayin' hungry, I'm stayin' hungry I'm stayin' hungry, I'm stayin' hungry Not gettin' angry, I'm stayin' hungry Not gettin' angry, still stayin' hungry Yeah (Hold on, hold on) The click was always in you, Fab (It was never on) It was never on --- Why Are Sundays So Depressing - The Strokes