Afternoon Wakes from Wiaca by SUNDAYS

Make way or make yourself,
Fit the spacing on the shelf

is no one home?

Shades of dust between our lips,
Can’t you taste that I’m blown to bits?

is no one home?


Final words on final steps,

Push me further no regrets

Well the twilight gets a say..



Let it shine the way for us,

Any time of day

Pull us by the traces to where we ran away

Let’s rest upon the branches,
We thought were dead and gone

Now it’s clear that the answers
Were there all along



I don’t want these afternoon wakes



Great this morning like a son,

Praise this coast we’re sliding on

is no one home?

Every trace I leave behind,

Leads me back to all the times

You saw me run away



‘Cause I’m more like you, 

And you are more like me

You think you want the truth, 

But the truth is not for free

Let’s rest upon the branches,
We thought were dead and gone

Now it’s clear that the answers
Were there all along


I don’t want these afternoon wakes



Let’s get this evening on the run, 

And leave our demons in the sun,

Let’s find the meaning to go on

Say yes

Let’s wake this morning up to life,

And eat our hunger bite for bite,

And keep our promise of the night

Say yes



I don’t want these afternoon wakes


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