Blue Sunday

Blue Sunday
You waited inside
The day passes
And you don’t see him

Blue Sunday
You’re washing your time
You’re clinging on
To what can’t be held

And you hear yourself saying
That there’s no use in staying
Another night

Blue Sunday
At five after five
The rain’s coming
And the river’s rising

Blue Sunday
Will you tell him next time
You’re no longer mine
You’re no longer mine

And there’s no use delaying
It’s a game that you’re playing
And the words that you’re saying
Always end in goodbye