Sunday

She always wakes up late on sunday

She pours her coffee in a paper cup

She heads down to the corner where a man sells roses for a euro

She wonders if she’ll ever find him

She wonders if she’ll ever fall in love

Maybe she’s right there behind him now

Then all the church bells start to ring

And all the birds begin to sing

If no one stops me now I’ll get through somehow

And we will live like everyday is sunday

I believe that she’ll take notice

She’ll turn around when she can feel me near

As if to say she’s been alone her whole life

I want to live