Sunday & Monday

All the perfect books I've had,
all the perfect words I've read
all the perfect smiles, perfect dreams
I'm carrying in my bag
all the pencils from my mum
all the freckles from the sun
All the perfect smiles, perfect dreams
I'm carrying in my bag

It's been a hard time on my dates,
to carry around my bag
to carry it from monday till sunday

And so its sometimes quite a load
When I take it down the road
those perfect smiles like perfect trials
are a burden like my bag
But I carry it for fun
to keep the pencils from my mom
all the perfect trials perfect dreams
I'm carrying in my bag