Salford Sunday Songtext / Lyric

Salford Sunday

Skies are weeping

Dawn is creeping

Through the blind

Salford Sunday

And I'm aching

For the night

I left behind

Salford Sunday

Morning after

Base drum beating

In my head

Sunday papers

Talking scandal

And a cold side of the bed

For I left a

Weeping willow

She should be

Lying on my pillow

If I wasn't such a hardnose

Such a perfect

Waste of time

Salford Sunday

And I'm dreaming

And it's all

In black and white

I do better

Oh, When I'm dreaming

Better than

I did last night

Salford Sunday

And I'm walking

Though the rain

Is pelting down

There's a train goes

Back to London

I hate to leave

This ugly town

For I left

A weeping willow

She should be

Lying on my pillow

If I wasn't

Such a hardnose

Such a perfect

Waste of time

Salford Sunday

Skies are weeping

Dawn is creeping

Though the blind

Salford Sunday

And I'm aching

For the night

I left behind

For the night

I left behind.