Sunday Night

Sunday night, head on my pillow Wondering how things got so out of hand Drops of rain tap on my window How I miss you, laying here in bed The song you loved plays on the radio And it makes the emptiness grow wild The absence of your laughter It's like white noise burning inside You only know what you had when it's gone And there is nothing left to feel anymore Desperate times and desperate measures When a man loses his treasures And it's too late to repair Another endless hour There's no time for sleep, the night is long An ocean of old memories Floats between the walls and the thick dark You only know what you had when it's gone And there is nothing left to feel anymore Desperate times and desperate measures When a man loses his treasures And it's too late to repair You only know what you had when it's gone And there is nothing left to feel anymore Desperate times and desperate measures When a man loses his treasures And it's too late to repair