Sunday Blue

I know you understand the way I feel, you know it’s true
I know you won’t look back if you should feel the way I do When mourning comes, we may have learned a thing or two
Sunday blue
Sunday blue
Sunday blue
When nothing goes as planned, it’s so unreal, it’s nothing new
how long will it take for this to fade from me and you?
When morning comes the sun won’t burn, is that a clue?
Sunday blue
Sunday blue
Sunday blue
I know you won’t look back if you should feel the way I do When mourning comes, the tides will turn- we’ll see it through
Sunday blue, Sunday blue, Sunday blue