Sometimes On Sunday by Breathless
Sometimes On Sunday lyrics
I told you all I could about
this waiting game with so much
so far off now.
You surely see my only crime
was letting my imagination run too wild.
I told you, told you, told you
a thousand times.
I warned you, warned you, warned
you didn't I?
You couldn't leave more to chance
I don't want to hear
that's just what we're put here for.
I can't stand any more of this.
I won't stand another night
with so much unsaid.
You're here because you want to be
believe me, that's good enough.
There's no crime in that.
There's no crime here.
If this can last at all
I don't want to hear
the one thing that makes sense
of where we are.
I'm talking about the times
I've settled for second best;.
I'm talking about the famous choice
you'll never make.
If I make sense at all
give up or give in yes,
run if you like
Who would you run to?
Who would you run to now?
There's no crime here.
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