Lyrics
The bedrooms are full on Sunday
The bedrooms are occupied on Sunday.
Of every kind of person wondering why love goes away
Diverse individuals pondering why love fades fill the bedrooms.
And it's me
Speaker identifies with the situation.
Yeah it's you
Reference to the listener; both share the experience.
Will I change from money
Questioning if personal change is motivated by money.
Oh God, give me the opportunity to see
Request for divine insight into life's opportunities.
Sometimes the simplest thing can make living seem worth the fight
Simple pleasures can make life meaningful.
Like a woman keeping her hair long, long after it's grown white
Symbolic imagery of a woman maintaining long hair despite aging.
The bedrooms are full on Sunday
Reiteration of bedrooms being occupied on Sunday.
Of stars lip-syncing songs but at least they're getting paid
Stars mimicking songs in bedrooms, highlighting the commercial aspect.
Oh tenderness, sweet virtue
An acknowledgment of tenderness as a valuable quality.
Lay beside me undefended I won't hurt you
Invitation for vulnerability and assurance of safety.
Cause I warned you your sharp tongue would only lose me
Warning about the consequences of a sharp tongue.
It's not that I'm spineless it's just the few things I believe
Explanation of selective beliefs, not spinelessness.
That love isn't instinct
Rejecting the notion that love is solely instinctual.
God isn't angry
Challenging a judgmental view of God.
And the woman I love shouldn't abuse her power to break me
Emphasizing the importance of love without abusing power.
The bedrooms are full on Sunday
Restatement of bedrooms being occupied on Sunday.
No one's getting off
Nobody is leaving the situation, but at least there is intimacy.
But at least we're getting laid
Highlighting the physical aspect of relationships.
And what's the point to all your little girl dreams
Questioning the purpose of idealistic dreams if love falters.
If the man you love becomes the end to your means
Concern about a loved one becoming a means to an end.
So count me out for the long run, honey
Opting out of a long-term commitment, expressing discomfort.
I just threw up in my mouth a little
Physical reaction indicating unease.
But hey you needed a little fun
Despite discomfort, acknowledging the need for enjoyment.
Will I run from commitment cause love is never as good as when it's just begun?
Questioning commitment and the allure of the initial stages of love.
Do I forgive my parents for walking cause I love them?
Reflecting on forgiveness towards parents—motivation questioned.
Or because it's my duty as a son?
The dual nature of forgiving parents, either love or duty.
The bedrooms are full on Sunday
Reiteration of bedrooms being occupied on Sunday.
Of every kind of lover wondering what they gave away
Diverse lovers contemplating what they have sacrificed.
And it's me
Reiteration of the speaker's identification with the situation.
And it's you
Reiteration of the listener's shared experience.
It's me
Further emphasis on the speaker's connection to the scenario.
Yeah, it's you
Confirmation of the listener's involvement in the shared experience.
It's me
Continued emphasis on the speaker's connection to the situation.
Yeah, it's you
Confirmation of the listener's continued involvement in the shared experience.
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