Remembering Sundays

I remember Sundays afternoon time

When the world was something large and strange

I need a small town

Don't know where to live now

I need emotion, I need a caravan

Hate a Mercedes-Benz

I don't rap a stack in rubber bands

Never second guessing who I am

Lost boy, Peter Pan

Wait in the line at the Summer Jam

Getting used to all the screaming fans

Backstage is where I truly am

All these spirits in the devil hands

All these spirits in the devil hands (yeah)

I remember Sundays afternoon time

When the world was something large and strange

I remember some days after school time

Chasing after sunlight, led me home

I feel all the memories buying trinkets

From my childhood and I'm thinking

Life has lemons, Lemony Snicket

Snickering at books under blankets

Now I see this in my dreams (my dreams)

Now it's my reality (reality)

And now I'm on your TV screen

But this time I can't hear your screams

I remember Sundays afternoon time

When the world was something large and strange

I remember some days after school time

Chasing after sunlight, led me home

What is it over there?

(I can see) memories, they're so deadly clear

Follow me, I have reached past my fears

World in the shallows of our hearts

We shall abide

With his truth, we should not resign

You and I