Lyrics

I WENT TO ANGEL CITY TO SEE THE EMERALD PRINCESS
SHE LIVES NEXT DOOR TO THE GOSPEL JUBILEE
THE PRIEST COMES FROM THE MOUNTAINS
CONFESSING ALL HIS SINS
THE ORGANIST IS READY NOW SO LET THE GAMES BEGIN

OH SILVER SUNDAY
CAN YOU MAKE NIRVANA LAST 'TIL MONDAY
THE RIPPLES FROM YOUR TEMPLE LIGHT
WASH DOWN ON ME AND MAKE ME WHOLE TONIGHT

I GOT HER PICTURE TAPED UP TO MY MIRROR
IT'S FROM AN AD IN THE BACK OF A MOVIE MAGAZINE
SHE LOOKS SO VERY CAUTIOUS
AS SHE LIGHTS HER CIGARETTE
IF I WASN'T STILL HER PRISONER I'D SEE WHAT I COULD GET

OH SILVER SUNDAY
CAN YOU MAKE NIRVANA LAST 'TIL MONDAY
THE RIPPLES FROM YOUR TEMPLE LIGHT
WASH DOWN ON ME AND MAKE ME WHOLE TONIGHT

OTHER VOICES SPEAK TO ME THEY WHISPER IN THE WIND
BUT THE PROMISES OF SUNDAY CALL ME BACK AGAIN

OH SILVER SUNDAY
CAN YOU MAKE NIRVANA LAST 'TIL MONDAY
THE RIPPLES FROM YOUR TEMPLE LIGHT
WASH DOWN ON ME AND MAKE ME WHOLE

THE RIPPLES FROM YOUR TEMPLE LIGHT
WASH DOWN ON ME AND MAKE ME WHOLE TONIGHT

OH SILVER SUNDAY