Easy Like Sunday Morning

Wake up, just another nightmare just another in which you've drowned yourself...

It's strange to wake up far away and think about what could have been with just another day together, just once and then nevermore...and besides this I don't feel sorry, yeah that's the truth...I don't feel sorry anymore.

Tomorrow another goodbye and another funeral to pass by,
if only this night won't die, if only we could have the strenght
to realize that in the end we all die...

It could be easily then, easy like a Sunday morning...

Look around and nothin' seems yours,
look around, feelin' yourself lost.
The smell of someone else fills the air,
this smell fills my air...

I'm trying to remember
I'm trying to forget
but what are all those ghostly appearence on this wall?

Am I still dreaming? Am I still alive?
Have I ever think about this for real?
Am I just goin' to...