Текст песни Getting Through Sunday Somehow

An idle glance up to the wall
Still the last dream self - aware
And then a peek the other side
- nobody there -

A sharp - eyed look into the glass
A few last drops that glare
A short glimpse out into the street
- nobody there -Kurt J. Moser - Getting Through Sunday Somehow - http://ru.motolyrics.com/kurt-j-moser/getting-through-sunday-somehow-lyrics.html

If only we could drink the shades away

And somehow it is night again
And if you still should feel this way
I think it's better that I don't go
And we let the music play

And breezily we sing the shades away