Sunday, dark has turned to grey The stars have made their way I raise my glass And part my lips Tend to many deep The only time I see you is in my sleep
Sunday, get up on my way I think I’ll be okay for a while I know you were never mine to keep But I know that I’ll see you in my sleep
But time has been unkind and kept me far from you. But I know you will be holding me in my sleep.
I’ve been hanging on, scraping by all my life. And I know you will be holding me in my sleep.
I’ve been hanging on, scraping by all my life.
And I know I’ll miss you. I’ll always miss you. But I know I’ll see you in my sleep.
I know I’ll miss you. I’ll always miss you. But I know I’ll see you in my sleep.”