Letra da Música When Sunday Spills de Echolyn

These walls are thin
We hear everything above a whisper
So she smokes weed and likes to drink
She just beat cancer alone

So don't give another day to this

Always over her shoulder
Afraid in her own home
You keep and grow your own garden
And I've seen you drink
You know it's not a very pretty sight
So don't give another day to this

Things got ugly
Ugly got so violent

She rarely goes out to find her summertime
And her sun, it never smiles or comes out these days
When her Sunday spills, the pavement's had its fill
It breaks the Kansas Quiet
I'm waiting for the shot

The language you use leaves no doubt
your marriage is dead
She screams: Wife beater! Why?
But, no one's really sure
You know we've heard so many hurtful things

So don't give another day to this

Although she's never feeling right, she's afraid to go
He's never wrong, she's never right, she's afraid to go
She's given everything, can't give another day
Nothing could be farther from what's been twisted now