Season Of Illusions

Obliterate the Sunday you've been cherishing all week
 Obliterate the Sunday, is a pleasure you can keep
 I thought you'd let me speak today
 But Esperanto's out of date
 It's just another Sunday
 Now Top of the Pops is dead
 And if the morning gets you down
 And then the evening lets you down
 Obliterate the Sunday's fair play.
 Obliterate the Sunday
 Just keep your phone away
 Supposing wrong intentions won't make it easier to wait.
 A Season of Illusions
 A pocket full of doubts
 A night of fading stars and a legacy of clouds
 Obliterate the Sunday
 The glass is out of reach
 The heat was low relief, you'll find a palm tree in your sleep.
 You're hiding for months
 Dodging the seas
 You spent the day scheming
 You're a Houdini
 Train has pulled out
 Light has pulled in
 A chance of escape
 Come right up the street.
 Obliterate the Sunday
 You've been cherishing all week
 Obliterate the Sunday is a pleasure you can keep
 Season of illusions
 Pocket full of doubts
 Night of fading stars and a legacy of clouds
 And if the morning gets you down
 And then the evening lets you down
 Obliterate the Sunday, fair play.
 You're hiding for months
 Dodging the seas
 You spent the day scheming
 You're a Houdini
 Train has pulled out
 Light has pulled in
 A chance of escape
 Come right up the street.