One sunny Sunday morning
you kissed me against the wall,
then we stumbled to your room
and we lay down on your bed
it was there I thought nirvana wouldnít end,
just me and you till the very end.
But you never said I loved you,
so I didnít say it back,
then on Sunday morning
I came round to help you pack.
I waited on the platform
for the words you wouldnít say
but you promised ma a call,
then you left with ought delay.
So I stayed in on that rainy Sunday,
just waiting for your call.
I knew you wouldnít call that Sunday
and that you'd never call at all.
Ten year from now,
Iíll meet you on the train
and we'll laugh like the good times once again
then you'll ask me how Iím doing
and Iíll tell you that Iím fine.
I see your wedding band
and I ask about your wife,
you tell me that sheís pretty
and pregnant once again.
On Sunday I finally get you call
your voice alight with joy,
you tell me that your boys been born
and your the proudest dad.
Iíll visit him soon after,
become your closest friend,
and Iíll even bring some flowers
for your wife Iíve never met.
Then one Sunday morning,
you'll call me round for tea.
and Iíll sit at your big table
with little Matthew on my knee,
and know its the life
you shoulda had with me,
our life that should have started on that sacred Sunday.