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 memories 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 Blanca   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 out   We could cut our eyes out, we could cut our eyes   But through all the changes   It's the end that made us, made us what we are      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 out   We could cut our eyes out, we could cut our eyes   But through all the changes   It's the end that made us, made us what we are      So you say the feelings remain   Face the fall, we fail just the same   This is how we fall, this is how we fall