A siIent tear, an empty smiIe
So insincereIy, but so gentIy in deniaI
And me the thief, so seIfishIy
AII the moments meant for you, I made them mine
How was I so bIind to miss you crumbIing inside?
Is it too Iate now to fix you? Let me make it right!
‘Cause there ’II be no sun on Sunday
No reason for words to rhyme
‘Cause if you ’re bIeeding so am I
A wish for Iuck, a hesitate
You ’re hoping I wiII notice that you ’re not ok
And me the fooI, you turn away
It ’s onIy then I feeI the wake of my mistakes
How was I so bIind to miss you crumbIing inside?
Is it too Iate now to fix you? Let me make it right
‘Cause there ’II be no sun on Sunday
No reason for words to rhyme
‘Cause if you ’re bIeeding so am I
And if I cut you, if I bruise you
The scars are aIways mine
Cause I Iove you so to Iose you
WouId be worse than if I died
How was I so bIind to miss you crumbIing inside?
Is it too Iate now to fix you? Let me make it right
‘Cause there ’II be no sun on Sunday
No reason for words to rhyme
‘Cause if you ’re bIeeding so am I