Small Black - Sunday Son lyrics

Sunday's Son What about you? I had no opinion of the boy Till I woke up to The fact I'd been his toy Black out the storyboards The fat clouds that I'd ignored They never stay long They never stay long I was dreaming You were working I was dreaming You were working Dreaming where you'd gone In every sentence The ghost of a streak The lost offering The endless streets A life as a prophet Only you stopped it all If you come at all... If you come at all.... You might not come for a long while Sunday's Son What about you?