Lyrics Sun On Sunday

A silent tear. An empty smile.
So insincerely but so gently in denial.
And me the thief, so selfishly,
All the moments meant for you, I made them mine.

How was I so blind to miss you crumbling inside?
Is it too late now to fix you? Let me make it right.
Cause they’ll be no sun on Sunday; no reason for words to rhyme.
Cause if you’re bleeding so am I.

A wishful look. A hesitate.
You’re hoping I will notice that you’re not okay.
And me the fool, you turn away.
It’s only then I feel the weight of my mistakes.

How was I so blind to miss you crumbling inside?
Is it too late now to fix you? Let me make it right.
Cause they’ll be no sun on Sunday; no reason for words to rhyme.
Cause if you’re bleeding so am I.

If I cut you, if I bruise you, then the scars are always mine.
Cause I love you, so to lose you would be worse than if I died.