Woke up this morning to look at things in their funny way.

Why can't they be like they used to be only yesterday?

Ooh, bring back my sunshine day.



I look at things that once were mine with such despair.

Why do the things I say only fall on empty air?

Ooh, bring back my sunshine day.



My mind cried, "Bring back my sunshine day."



I say the things I used to say, but they don't seem right.

Why does this world seem like the darkest endless night?

Ooh, bring back my sunshine day.

Bring back my sunshine day