Another Sunday for a weak end

Struck from the bed head first the arrow

Contact that carried further distance

Where were you when you were here?

Some memories often not quite remembered

Some memories remain stains

Train trackstar love of golf club hunting

X marks the reason X marks the reason

Sometimes the colors of my words

Upset the colors in your head

Every Sunday warning

Come back Casa Blanco

Winter was our killer, everywhere

So long and lovely

Head for the comfort of your comfort

I don't believe I still believe you

Held for the last time 

Held long lasting until whether we were at all

Every Sunday morning

There's an early warning

To the way we are 

Used to talk for hours 

In the arctic showers of a driving rain

Almost lost control of our medicative holds

One winter wonder year

We could cut our eyes out 

We could cut our eyes

But through all the changes

It's the end that made us made us

What we are so you say 

The feelings remain

Face the fall we fall just the same

This is how we fall

This is how we fall