Copenhagen 9th of June,
No light to guide but for the moon,
Of all the wrongs that will be done,
the worst is their oblivion.
Sunday in Christiana,
No need to ever leave our quaint community of mediocrity, for sure.
Man, he asked me for some change, (the way things are going now)
This is the last thing I need today,
Girl next door falls down the stairs, (scars that'll never heal)
Don't get involved, just say a prayer.
Sunday in Christiana,
No need to ever leave our quaint community of mediocrity, for sure.
It's one thing that I know we've held at bay,
The vessels that God uses, it's a shame
To keep all inside and hope they make it
Sunday in Christiana,
No need to ever leave this quaint community of mediocrity, for sure
Sunday in Christiana,
No need to ever leave our quaint community of mediocrity, for sure
