Sunday

Written by Giuseppe D'Alonzo

 




 

Today, I will walk on a different place

far away from you

 

don’t you worry man

I’ll return here for

 

The week end

It’s ok to stay on your own

And to feel the breeze on your skin

With nobody that

 

Turns the lights on

When the sun is still…

 

In your home…

Don’t you cry I was on a different page

I waited too late but not repair…

I drunk on Sundays when

When You needed me..

 

 

In your home

There was a cat and a strange dog

That was barked when I took your phone

I’m afraid of him

 

Turn the lights on

When the sun is still…

 

 

In your home…

Don’t you cry I was on a different page

I waited too late but  not repair…

I drunk on Sundays when

You needed me..

 

Sunday… too late

Sunday…it’s too late

Sunday… too late

Sunday…

 

I……..

Don’t you cry I was on a different page

I waited too late but not repair…

I drunk on Sundays when

You needed me..

 


I'm falling into another woman’s arms.

you don't need another girl

you should only feel your heart

 

I will run

Around your block when you walk with your dog

Ring your phone but you don’t answer yet

Seek my gaze and  find another man

I know It’s Sunday and it is too late…