The Sundays

cry
and I'm standing on a platform
now I'm staring from a train
and all the trees roll back beside but I'm so oblivious
to the dark to the light
it's all the same

you gave me so much and now it's of the earth
and it makes me cry
(it makes me cry, it makes me cry)
it can make me cry

and you're standing here beside me
in a picture in a frame
and your voice could never fade it's so familiar
things you said in my head
every day

you gave me so much
and now it's of the earth
and it makes me cry
(it makes me cry, it makes me cry)
and it can make me cry

you're with me so much
though you're never with me anymore

and it makes me cry
(it makes me cry, it makes me cry)
it can make me cry
(oh it makes me cry, it makes me cry)
(yeah it makes me cry, it can make me cry)