Sundays never fall quite right, will they just be swept away. 

Under this endless skyline, my frame this windowpane. 

If I die tonight, will your memories of me, just fade. 

Because I can't forget, the first time you looked up at me. 

The first time that I.. and I can't forget,

the first time you looked up at me, 

The first time I heard you say my name. 

These rains swell to drown the drive, lose me in the spray 

and the million dotted lines, on the asphalt underneath. 

If I die tonight, will your memories of me, just fade. 

Can't wait till Sunday when I can hear your laugh again. 

The first time that I and I can't forget,

the first time you looked up at me, 

The first time I heard you say my name. 

Now I wouldn't have it any other way.