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.