Year: 2007

The drops of rain they fall all over
This awkward silence makes me crazy
The glow inside burns light upon him
I’ll try to kiss you if you let me
Tidal waves they rip right through me
Tears from eyes worn cold and sad
Pick me up now, I need you so bad.

Sunday, hold my hand.
Sunday, let me understand.
Sunday, ease my pain before
Monday comes and you must die again.
Sunday, close my eyes.
Hide me from Saturday’s lies.

Jag ska få mormors säng!