Waiting Sunday, fall apart.
Time for all your worries, worried heart.
Weekends work begins, time is gone.
What was gold, slipped our fingers, moved on.
And I worry cause I think there`s something wrong with me.
Do you feel it?
Feel the same?
Taking back Sunday is all that we can do
or remember days I spent with you.
Ignore the evidence.
Does anybody know the answer?
What went wrong?
Where`d the time go?
Cause I worry and I think there`s something wrong with me again.
Do you feel it?
Feel the same way?
And I`m falling, are you with me?
Cause I`m falling down, are you with me?
And I`m falling, are you with me?
