bir pazar günü umutsuzluk ve sıkıntı içinde oturmuşken evinizde, dışarıda sinir bozucu güzel bir hava, cıvıl cıvıl öten kuşlar, neşeli insanlar varsa; ama siz çaresiz ayrılıklardan, içinizde kalmış sözlerden dolayı nefes almaya bile mecaliniz olmadığını hissediyorsanız; " keşke hep yağmur yağsa, hava kapalı olsa!" diyorsanız, işte size pazar gününüzü sele dönderecek bir keith urban parçası. sözleri şöyledir:
It ticks just like a Timex
It never lets up on you
Who said life was easy
The job is never through
It'll run us 'til we're ragged
It'll harden our hearts
And love could use a day of rest
Before we both start falling apart
I Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
Baby whatever comes Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we've got better things that we can do
When it's raining on Sunday
Your love is like religion
A cross in Mexico
And your kiss is like the innocence
Of a prayer nailed to a door
Oh surrender is much sweeter
When we both let it go
Let the water wash our bodies clean
And love wash our souls
I Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
And baby whatever comes Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we've got better things that we can do
When it's raining on Sunday
Ooh, oh oh
When it's raining on Sunday
When it's raining on Sunday
Let it rain *
