Текст песни Entertainment for the Braindead - Ordinary Sunday.

We're ordinary people doing ordinary things on an ordinary Sunday afternoon
We're ordinary people doing ordinary things on an ordinary Sunday afternoon

We crawled out of the basements craving for a light to shine on us
To melt away the frost and let us bloom
We crawled out of the basements craving for a light to shine on us
To melt away the frost and let us bloom

And when delivered from the coldness that had made us numb we stood there
Waiting for our blossoms to unfold
But they remained all lifeless, they had withered long ago
For too long we had our secrets kept untold

Now we're ordinary people doing ordinary things on an ordinary sunday afternoon