[Intro – soft, distant guitar / tape-worn atmosphere] Sunday's sinking through the window Painting shadows on the floor Got a little left between my fingers Don't know what I'm saving it for The room is breathing slower Like it's tired of being loud I watch the evening lose its color As the blue falls from the clouds [Verse 1] Roll it up, let the paper whisper Little flame, little golden glow Take a drag and watch it wander Where the disappearing things all go Smoke curls up like faded memories Dancing where the ceiling used to be And every breath feels strangely heavier Like something's waiting patiently [Pre-Chorus – vocals begin to stretch] Maybe I'm just seeing things Maybe it's the Sunday night Maybe all these pretty colors Were never meant to stay this bright [Chorus – melancholy, warm harmonies] This is my last joint on a Sunday Watching the sky melt into white All the stars are losing their names now Falling softly out of sight And the music fades to a slow hiss Harmony dissolves into the air I take one more hit of the evening Like there'll always be another there [Verse 2] Purple turns to silver Silver slowly turns to gray The horizon folds its colors Like it's packing them away There's a strange calm in the distance No alarm, no warning sound Just the quiet little feeling That the world is winding down The trees become like silhouettes The moon forgets to shine And every little glowing window Looks like someone's last goodbye [Pre-Chorus – quieter] Maybe I'm just seeing things Maybe I'm too far gone Maybe Sunday isn't ending Maybe something else is moving on [Chorus – fuller harmony] This is my last joint on a Sunday Watching the sky melt into white All the stars are losing their names now Falling softly out of sight And the music fades to a slow hiss Every melody becomes a blur I take one more hit of the evening Trying to remember how things were [Bridge – dreamy, almost whispered] Don't turn the lights on Let the darkness come naturally Don't ask where the colors went They were beautiful while they were here [long instrumental breath] I swear I saw the heavens dancing Before they disappeared Or maybe it was only smoke Maybe that's what I feared [Final Chorus – slow, haunting] This is my last joint on a Sunday And the sky is almost gone All the pretty colors melting Into something pale and calm The stars fade out like old televisions The music disappears with the night Just a little ember in my fingers And a world forgetting how to shine [Outro – vocals nearly whispered] Sunday keeps on breathing... Smoke keeps drifting... The last song keeps on fading... Into white noise... [hiss] [Silence]
