You Vanished before my arms on Sunday
and since then...
You Vanished before my eyes on Sunday
and nowdays I cry in every song
- When will we see you in our home?
- But I'll return
I dream of a week where there's no Sundays
The Sunday...
My darling you've absolutely fucked me
You want me in ways I do not know
-When will we see you in our home?
-But I, I will return
-Will you stay?
-I will, for nothing ever ends...