Story Behind the Song
Marc stayed in his room a whole week-end and on Sunday, he wrote that song, which contains a lot of despair. It didn't take that long to write it and to record it, as it is an acoustic song with one guitar and a harmonica.
Lyrics
Do you wanna know why people commit suicide on Sunday ?
Well, suicide is a part of despair
And despair comes with loneliness.
Marta is all alone in her apartment,
It's 9 PM, and Marta has no friend.
She grabs her coat, gets in the street,
Goes in bars, drinks some beers.
All she can see is happiness,
Couples in arms, Friends laughin'
She believes she can make friends
Believes one day, she'll laugh again.
But, it's too late, she's gone,
Gone with those who keep flyin'
In the streets of towns they know
But they are like ghosts in the neon lights.
This is the end, Marta throws her coat,
Goes to the bathroom.
It's Sunday, it's gonna be a shiny day,
She swallows all the medicine that she can find.
All they can see is happiness,
Couples in arms, friends laughin',
She believes they can make friends,
Believes one day, they'll laugh again.
It's better to be a real ghost, sometimes
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