Текст песни Mark Lanegan' Band - Ugly Sunday

I feel your blood run cold
And it's a rainy Sunday morning.
I count the million miles
I'm drifting from here to hell today.
Behind their windows people stare,
Can't recognize the kindness there.
Just prayers for drowning ships at sea,
None for me and you.

It'll take a hard rain to wash your taste away,
Still I wish there was a reason left to stay.

I'm drunk half-blind
And it's an ugly Sunday morning.
The wind arrives with the clouds
Refusing to break apart like me.
Why if all the world's stopped turning?
How can all this rain keep falling
Washing me a million miles away from you?

Why if I'm so alone now?
Is it getting hard to say goodbye now?
Goodbye. Goodbye.