(sunday)
She's in a different place,
But I can still recall the shadows,
Of the tears upon her face.
Sunday afternoon,
And not all the screams in this world,
Could fill the silence in this room.
Have I been gone,
For much too long?
It seems the more I run,
The more I stay the same.
But you gotta move on,
And you gotta be strong,
Enough to live your life,
Through the shadows of the pain.
And she says she sleeps at night,
And she says that she's alright.
How could I have been so blind that,
I refused to see?
And did life and love both fade,
In the decision that we made?
Still to this day I wonder,
Just what color my daughter's eyes would be.
Have I been wrong,
For much too long?
It seems the more I run,
The more I stay the same.
But we gotta move on,
And we gotta be strong,
Enough to live our lives,
Through the shadows of the pain.
And all these roads on which I travel,
And not one leads me to my destiny.
And all these buildings turn to gravel,
Never meant a thing to me.
And she calls me,
An asshole,
But I can't hear her from so far away.
At least she knows,
How I feel.
We always seem to get what we deserve someday.
And she sang, "Na na na na na na na na.
Na na na na na na na."
And she sang, "Na na na na na na na na."
It was beautiful.
And she held a picture to the light,
And I told her everything would be alright.
But I wasn't there the night she died.
And I just want you to know that I am sorry.
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