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