It was Sunday morning when you told me

we were at our, little place

sittin at a nook in the corner

I could tell by the expression on, your face

buried my head in my hands as you went and paid the bill

how could you just walk out

when I know you know how, I loved you still 



and it came without a warning

as it ended all too soon

the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning

another tearstained day a sleepless night

a week goes by and I'm all right

still I can't seem to get past Sunday morning 



I came home to an empty house

the footsteps' echo followed me on up the stairs

thoughts of you run through my head

as I lie in the bed you and I once shared

visions of you cloud my dreams

your face is everywhere

it pains me as I reach for you

realizing you're no longer there. 



and it came without a warning

as it ended all too soon

the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning

another tearstained day, a sleepless night

a week goes by and I'm all right

still I can't seem to get past Sunday morning 



I long to learn to love again

until then I'll long for the

love you gave me

prayed for God to save me from the

pain of Sunday morning, that painful Sunday morning 



and it came without a warning

as it ended all too soon

the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning

another tearstained day a sleepless night

a week goes by and I'm all right

still I can't seem to get past Sunday morning 



it came without a warning... 



it ended all too soon... 

another tearstained day a sleepless night

a week goes by and I'm all right

still I can't seem to get past Sunday morning 



Sunday morning...