A drop of ink on a yellow leaf
Blows up a tank on a page-less book
I see a shrine of their shameless belief
Swallowed whole by a scrupulous crook
And I'm not time, not doing time, for a gaunt clue stuck in the sky
And I'm not time, not doing time, not doing time
We're saving up for Sundays
That's when the owls come out and sing
Following the sundown
Happy to see the darkness rule again
(Again) we hide the wide smile
That's 'cause our teeth don't like the air
Hurry through the wild spot
Happy to see the Daylight come again
And we're still saving up for Sundays
That's when the owl came out to play
Following the sun-down
Happy to see the darkness rule again
(Again) we hide the sad smile
That's because our teeth don't like the air
We hurry through the wild spots
Happy to see the Daylight come again