Speak with your tongue tied, I know that you’re tired But I just want to know, Where you want to go, I may be But I’m not weak, This is bleak And your puffy eyes never lie, Your tears come from inside.
Until Sunday I’ll be waiting for an answer I guess that yesterday’s not good for you, You know that I hate this song, You know that I hate this song Because it was written for you
Drown your fears with me I’m feeling real sorry Your glossy eyes don’t need The sadness have seen But you’re way too deep to swim Back up again But somehow I can’t find The moment you said goodbye
Until Sunday I’ll waiting for an answer I guess that yesterday’s not good enough for you, You know that I hate this song, You know that I this song Because it was written for you
This is becoming a problem I’m hurting it’s unfair But somehow your words, The way that I heard are haunting You're under my skin You're breaking And the tasteless fights that filled our nights Are starting to cave in, You’re under my skin You’re in And if Sundays what it takes to prove I have nothing else to lose
Until Sunday I’ll be waiting for an answer I that yesterday’s not good enough for you, You know that I hate this song, You know that I hate this song Because it was written for you