The most beautiful sad song I’ve ever heard. "Sun On Sunday" A silent tear      an empty smile So insincerely but so gently in denial. And me the thief     so selfishly All the moments meant for you I made them mine. How was I so blind to miss you crumbling inside?   Is it too late now to fix you? Let me make it right! ’Cause there’ll be no sun on Sunday No reason for words to rhyme ’Cause if you’re bleeding so am I. A wishful look      a hesitate     You’re hoping I will notice that you’re not OK. And me the fool;     you turn away It’s only then I feel the weight of my mistakes. How was I so blind to miss you crumbling inside?   Is it too late now to fix you? Let me make it right! ’Cause there’ll be no sun on Sunday No reason for words to rhyme ’Cause if you’re bleeding so am I. And if I cut you if I bruise you then the scars are always mine. Cause I love you so to lose you would be worse than if I died. How was I so blind to miss you crumbling inside? Is it too late now to fix you? Let me make it right. ’Cause there’ll be no sun on Sunday No reason for words to rhyme ’Cause if you’re bleeding then so am I.