| Song | Goodbye Sunday |
| Artist | Everything But the Girl |
| Album | Idlewild |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thorn, Watt | |
| Slowly runs the lazy river | |
| And in it | |
| I pitched all my dreams | |
| And all the things | |
| I ever wanted | |
| And watched them heading slowly downstream | |
| For I have learned that such things fade | |
| Like photographs and family holidays | |
| And every | |
| Monday is | |
| Goodbye Sunday | |
| I guess you'd like me to throw away | |
| That box of diaries and old letters | |
| For they do nothing | |
| But feed my memory | |
| But really you should know me better | |
| For I am too fond of the past | |
| But I think | |
| I am learning at last | |
| That every | |
| Monday is | |
| Goodbye Sunday | |
| Yes it's true that | |
| I cling to things | |
| That I should leave behind | |
| As if those were the goldens days | |
| Well, I just hope that you really don't mind | |
| Slowly runs the lazy river | |
| Every Monday is | |
| Goodbye Sunday etc etc |
| zuo ci : Thorn, Watt | |
| Slowly runs the lazy river | |
| And in it | |
| I pitched all my dreams | |
| And all the things | |
| I ever wanted | |
| And watched them heading slowly downstream | |
| For I have learned that such things fade | |
| Like photographs and family holidays | |
| And every | |
| Monday is | |
| Goodbye Sunday | |
| I guess you' d like me to throw away | |
| That box of diaries and old letters | |
| For they do nothing | |
| But feed my memory | |
| But really you should know me better | |
| For I am too fond of the past | |
| But I think | |
| I am learning at last | |
| That every | |
| Monday is | |
| Goodbye Sunday | |
| Yes it' s true that | |
| I cling to things | |
| That I should leave behind | |
| As if those were the goldens days | |
| Well, I just hope that you really don' t mind | |
| Slowly runs the lazy river | |
| Every Monday is | |
| Goodbye Sunday etc etc |
| zuò cí : Thorn, Watt | |
| Slowly runs the lazy river | |
| And in it | |
| I pitched all my dreams | |
| And all the things | |
| I ever wanted | |
| And watched them heading slowly downstream | |
| For I have learned that such things fade | |
| Like photographs and family holidays | |
| And every | |
| Monday is | |
| Goodbye Sunday | |
| I guess you' d like me to throw away | |
| That box of diaries and old letters | |
| For they do nothing | |
| But feed my memory | |
| But really you should know me better | |
| For I am too fond of the past | |
| But I think | |
| I am learning at last | |
| That every | |
| Monday is | |
| Goodbye Sunday | |
| Yes it' s true that | |
| I cling to things | |
| That I should leave behind | |
| As if those were the goldens days | |
| Well, I just hope that you really don' t mind | |
| Slowly runs the lazy river | |
| Every Monday is | |
| Goodbye Sunday etc etc |