another sunday for a weak end
struck from the bed
head first, the arrow
contact that carried further distance
where were you when you were here
some memories often not quite remembered
some mermories remain stains
train track star love of golf club hunting
x marks the reason
x marks the reason
sometimes the colors of my words
upset the colors in your head

every sunday warning
come back casa blanco
winter was our killer
everywhere
so long and lovely

head for the comfort of your comfort
i don't believe i still believe you
held for the last time
held long lasting
until whether we were at all

every sunday morning
there's an early warning
to the way we are
used to talk for hours
in the arctic showers
of a driving rain
almost lost control
of medicative holds
on one winter wonder year
we could cut our eyes
but through all the changes
it's the end that made us
made us what we are