LYRIC FOR SALE

By Bjorn Smit

[Verse]
The curtains dance with morning light
The paper’s on the porch, just right
I pour one cup, out of old routine
But yours stays clean, untouched, unseen

The church bells ring like they always do
But I don’t put on that dress for you
The streets feel wide, the sky too blue
And nothing fits like it used to do

[Chorus]
'Cause Sundays without you
Feel like stories that don’t end
Like prayers I whisper
But never send
The coffee’s still bitter
The silence too loud
I still set your place
But you’re not around
And I’m stuck in the hollow of truth
On Sundays without you

[Verse]
Your flannel’s still on the hallway chair
Your book left open, pages bare
I play that song you used to hum
And try to smile, but nothing comes

The world moves on, they say it will
But this house has never been so still
The breeze comes in, it smells like June
But I’m just haunted by your tune

[Chorus]
Sundays without you
Feel like seconds stretched to years
Like sunlight burning
Through unshed tears
The pancakes go cold
The mail goes unread
I talk to your picture
Propped up by the bed
And I ache with the things I can’t do
On Sundays without you

[Bridge]
Maybe time will dull the pain
Maybe laughter will come like rain
But there’s a quiet I can’t break through
Not on Sundays without you

[Chorus]
Sundays without you
Are the hardest to bear
I still reach across
To find you there
And though the world spins
Like it’s brand new
I’m caught in a loop
Of missing you
And no one prepares you for the view
Of Sundays without you.