[автор стихов - Hurts]
[автор музыки - Hurts]
There are times when we question the things we know.
We never thought that the cracks would begin to show.
We both know love is not that easy,
I wish I’d known that it would be this hard
To be alone. [bad word] home.
The loverless nights they seem so long,
I know that I’ll hold you someday.
But until [bad word] back where you belong,
It’s just another lonely Sunday.
Is this the end of a love that has just begun?
I always hoped that the best, it was yet [bad word] 
So [bad word] back, don’t you leave me.
We’re both so young, I know you need me too.
And there’ll always be, times like these.
The loverless nights they seem so long,
I know that I’ll hold you someday.
But until [bad word] back where you belong,
It’s just another lonely Sunday.
And maybe we’ll see that we were wrong,
If ever we look back one day
But until [bad word] back where you 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 go.
The loverless nights they seem so long,
I know that I’ll hold you someday.
But until [bad word] back where you belong,
It’s just another lonely Sunday.
And maybe we’ll see that we were wrong,
If ever we look back one day
But until [bad word] back where you belong,
It’s just another lonely Sunday.