Little Movies

Watch the day unfolding in little movies With silver tears that sparkle from my eyes I catch myself and turn to toughen up But it hurts too much to try Watching my reflection in the window In the afternoon gold beaming sun One more seat fades out in black in white still another has begun But you don't know i have seen the ending Still i can not look away Don't you know all of this pretending Is just a little movie that we play You could play a tune for all your troubles And i will help remind you of the words Angels born in hell will sing our praises Like this broken song deserves Sunday sun please take me down I want to hear that lonesome sound