andei pensando no Culkin...
Sunday comes alone again
A perfect day for a quiet friend
And you - you will set it free
I see new morning 'round your face
Everybody says it's another phase
And now - now it's come to me
I see the magic in your eyes
I see it come as no surprise
And you - you turn your eyes away
Yeh you - you turn it all away
I guess it's true it's never too late
Still I don't know what to do today
Oh why can't I set you free
Will you do the same for me
Sunday comes and Sunday goes
Sunday always seems to move so slow
To me - and here she comes again
A perfect ending to a perfect day
A perfect ending what can I say
To you - lonely Sunday friend
With you - Sunday never ends
... e se foi o domingo, né?! fechou certinho...
