Sundays weren't always this cruel (sundays weren't always this cruel) Your blade once sharpened my sword, turned to a duel By Monday, you were slippin' away from me Tuesday, the truth flickers on Wednesday, whispers a war Oh Thursday mornin' I mourn All the love We both have torn I don't know What will come Before the week is done Friday the fights couldn't stop Saturday was the saddest of all (Yeah) Fought for us with everything I had Can't ignore the fact that it makes me sad I see the color of a now forgotten dream Sunset in the winter, pull you close to me I see the colors, blur reality Pull me from the truth, say it's not what it seems We're for each other, slip through my hands Like water out the ocean or, or a desert sand I see the colors of midweek blues Must be the summer or it's black and blue I see the colors, bleed through the skin Oh, is it really real? Oh Oh