Late Sunday Evening - Art Brut

Late Sunday evening —

I only just feel like eating

Am I feeling unwell

For what I’ve done or drunk

Or someone might tell

I’m gonna find it hard to sleep tonight

I’m gonna find it hard to sleep

There’s nothing that’s been done

That can’t be undone

You were sick

Now you’re better

There’s work to be done

There’s nothing that’s been done

That can’t be undone

You were sick

Now you’re better

There’s work to be done

Everything has been shown to me

With only a magazine for company

Answers in the problem pages

To problems I’ve been having for ages

Late Sunday evening

There’s no way I’m gonna be sleeping

Am I feeling unwell?

For what I’ve done or drunk

Or someone might tell

I’m gonna find it hard to sleep

There’s nothing that’s been done

That can’t be undone

You were sick

Now you’re better

There’s work to be done

When I feel my friends

Have been conspiring against me

I break into their bedrooms

And write in their diaries

Everything’s gonna be alright

I’m gonna find it hard to sleep tonight

Everything’s gonna be alright but

I’m gonna find it hard to sleep tonight

Everything’s gonna be alright

I’m gonna find it hard to sleep tonight

Phone later if you’d like 'cause

I’m gonna find it hard to sleep tonight