Sunday Morning

It was Sunday morning when you told me
we were at our, little place
sittin at a nook in the corner
I could tell by the expression on, your face
buried my head in my hands as you went and paid the bill
how could you just walk out
when I know you know how, I loved you still

and it came without a warning
as it ended all too soon
the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning
another tearstained day a sleepless night
a week goes by and I'm all right
still I can't seem to get past Sunday morning

I came home to an empty house
the footsteps' echo followed me on up the stairs
thoughts of you run through my head
as I lie in the bed you and I once shared
visions of you cloud my dreams
your face is everywhere
it pains me as I reach for you
realizing you're no longer there.

and it came without a warning
as it ended all too soon
the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning
another tearstained day, a sleepless night
a week goes by and I'm all right
still I can't seem to get past Sunday morning

I long to learn to love again
until then I'll long for the
love you gave me
prayed for God to save me from the
pain of Sunday morning, that painful Sunday morning

and it came without a warning
as it ended all too soon
the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning
another tearstained day a sleepless night
a week goes by and I'm all right
still I can't seem to get past Sunday morning

it came without a warning...

it ended all too soon...

another tearstained day a sleepless night
a week goes by and I'm all right
still I can't seem to get past Sunday morning

Sunday morning...