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