Sunday

Sunday morning dawns again Steady as the rising sun Steady as your heart The only thing that's constant Now that you've played your part Your life was just as fleeting As the flowers in your hair You're staring at the ceiling And wishing you were there Every second of happiness Is worth a year of pain Your blood still runs on promises One day you'll be okay Sunday morning dawns again Warmer than your eyes Colder than your heart And you've lost track of time now Laying in the dark That life was just as fleeting As the flowers in your hair Postcards from a churchyard saying "Wish you were here" One day, you'll wake up One day, you'll wake up One day, you'll wake up One day, you'll wake up