BROKEN SUNDAY A southern town, a lonely motel room, the crazy Sun is breaking in. Been staying alive somehow on the dark side of the Moon, my body aches, my hands are shaking. I open the window, where is my heart, my soul? CHORUS: Let the churchbells ring, let the choirs sing and wash this town of all its sins, let the sermons bring anything that can take away the sting. Let Christ come walking again on these streets, on the lakes taking our pain away, let the churchbells ring, let sisters sing on this broken Sunday, let the ”hallelujas” roll healing to us. Bet you have found someone new to love you, bet you don’t even think about me. I took to drink and I almost drowned walking in some poor devil’s shoes, the glass is full but I can’t raise it. I open the window to my heart and soul. CHORUS Bridge: I’m about to give in now, I’m ready to turn around, I want to float on the river of light to that mighty ocean now. CHORUS ©2018Veli-MattiMurtovaara

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Melodic pop/popcountry track

I'm a multi-genre writer, and I've been writing music since childhood. I have/have had songs published in the US, UK, Germany and Italy.