Sunday

Is this the time when we question the things we know? 
Never thought to the cracks will begin to show 
We both know love is not that easy 
I wish I know that if would be this love 
To be alone. [bad word] home! 

Loveless nights, they seem so long 
I know that I'll hold you someday. 
But till [bad word] back where you belong 
It's just another lonely Sunday. 

Is this the end of the love that had just began? 
I always hope that the best it was yet [bad word]   [bad word] back, don’t you leave me 
We both so young, I know you need me too. 
And it'll always be times like this. 

Loveless nights, they seem so long 
I know that I'll hold you someday. 
But till [bad word] back where you belong 
It's just another lonely Sunday. 

Mayby we'll see that we were wrong 
If ever we look back one day 
But till [bad word] back where you'll belong 
It's just another lonely Sunday. 

Lonely, lonely. 

If you [bad word] back tomorrow 
I'll be left here in the cold 
If you [bad word] back tomorrow, I'll cold 

Loveless nights, they seem so long 
I know that I'll hold you someday. 
But till [bad word] back where you belong 
It's just another lonely Sunday. 

Maby we'll see that we were wrong 
If ever we look back one day 
But till [bad word] back where you'll belong 
It's just another lonely Sunday. 
Lonely, lonely. 

Lonely Sunday.