Sunday Afternoon (Look Away)

The third track on the album "To Be". Lyrics: I’ve been sitting in a sitting room Not allowed to leave or welcome you Not that I ever would want to I’ve been waiting in a waiting room Staring at a clock upon the wall Counting the hours till my sleep will fall How can I be stressed? I have nothing I confess But wouldn’t you prefer to have more than less I’ve been sitting in a sitting room Playing games and watching endless shows The time I’ve wasted no one really knows I’ve been quiet in a quiet room Am I void of purpose when no one hears? Am I needed when my presence disappears? How can I be sane? When a room becomes a drain On a Sunday afternoon Look at me I'm a fancy man With a fancy golden hue I have no flaws and know Exactly what to do Look at me going slightly mad Going different shades of blue When you see me on a Sunday afternoon Look away No more sitting in the sitting room It’s time to stand or even run It doesn’t matter if I’m the only one No more lying in a lying room What you speak here you will become And the lies will come undone How can I be sick? When I have many paths to pick? But only few are good Look at me I'm a fancy man With a fancy golden hue I have no flaws and know Exactly what to do Look at me going slightly mad Going different shades of blue When you see me on a Sunday afternoon Look away And for today I seem with a smile And all the while I am numb inside I may seem eccentric I would rather live my life authentically And be very happy Happy happy happy happy Happy happy happy happy me Is that what I want Is it what I want? Look at me I'm a fancy man With a fancy golden hue I have no flaws and know Exactly what to do Look at me going slightly mad Going different shades of blue When you see me on a Sunday afternoon I'll be singing something sort of in a tune There's only one productive thing to do, that's Look away