I'm not one to think of anyone in the right way

Bones will start to break and hollow out, so wave goodbye as time runs out

Ships will crack and sink before too long on the right day

But I just need to breathe your every word, cuz you speak a truth that needs be heard

That needs be heard…

I'm not backin down from anyone on a Sunday

Cuz I've come back to town to get away, and I've fooled myself for seven more days

I've made the big mistake of trusting you on a Sunday

It took me so much time to figure out you're just a child who needs rebirth

Needs rebirth…

Crossing every line

Coming home to me

Running out of time

My apologies…