Watch the day unfold in little movies With silver tears that sparkle from my eyes I catch myself and turn to toughen up But it hurts too much to try
Watching my reflection in the window In the afternoon gold beaming sun One more scene fades out in black and white Still another has begun
But you don't know I have seen the ending Still I can not look away Don't you know all of this pretending Is just a little movie that we play
You could play a tune for all your troubles And I will help remind you of the words Angels born in hell will sing our praises Like this broken song deserves
Sunday sun please take me down I want to hear that lonesome soundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
