Текст песни Sunday (Live) - Bernhoft

This tiny flat is too big without her
I've got no life in here when she's not around anymore
It's Sunday evening and the rain is pouring
I talked to the streets but they tell me nothing tonight
Tonight
She just had to leave
And she could not tell me why
Something about the place she had to go on her own
She just had to leave
And I'm no one to tell her how
To live her live with ghosts I don't believe in
Oooh I'm worried sick, can't even think of sleeping
And I gotta head out to find where she is hiding
She could be anywhere, this whole city's her home
I pray this town loves her just as much as I do
Oooh, and a fear it's miss you, she might be all alone
And cold and even worse being with someone she don't know
Tonight
She just had to leave
And she could not tell me why
Something about the place she had to go on her own
She just had to leave
And I'm no one to tell her how
To live her live with ghosts I don't believe in
And if I find her I don't even know what I'll see
She never let me in on that
Her very self is so connected with the places she is in
It changes so much with time and space
She just had to leave
And she could not tell me why
Something about the place she had to go on her own
She just had to leave
And there's no one to tell her how
To stand up straight to the things that go wrong
And the right because they are breaking down
You got stand up straight,
Pray for the living, let's hope she's ok
Dance with ghost
And she knows what she is on
Smiling, let her go
You've got to stand up straight...