Sing a song for the sunrise on Monday
Tuesday is a song for the moon
Wednesday is a song for the stars that keep shining
Through the middle of the afternoon
Thursday is a song about lightning
Sparks from the hammer of Thor
Friday’s a warm fireside conversation
Saturday’s neon galore
But Sunday is a song for the light in his eyes
Blue and white flags
What a tender surprise
Sleep now, my brother
You’ll be early to rise
With the faithful and strong
Mindful and wise
You could not see these things in yourself
Your heaven got painted like hell
You played the game hard
You played the game well
Israel
I remember those long nights in Deutschland
We could still feel the pain in those streets
But a bottle of something
And some stories of Home
Would usually put us to sleep
Unbalanced we made damn good soldiers
Unguarded, we made damn good friends
You took the long way
I took the shortcut
The pain cut us both in the end
Now Sunday is a song for the light in his eyes
Blue and white flags
What a tender surprise
Sleep now, my brother
You’ll be early to rise
With the faithful and strong
Mindful and wise
You could not see these things in yourself
You heaven got painted like hell
You played the game hard, Paul
You played the game well
Israel
