Cloudy Sunday

Cloudy Sunday

Cloudy Sunday
I wake to find you gone
Cloudy Sunday
The bed I sleep upon is strangely smooth and white
Touched only by me and the empty night

Cloudy Sunday
A fog upon my brain
Cloudy Sunday
Condenses into rain and tears begin to swell
But you couldn't tell that I loved you well

So we loved each other in passing
But I'll keep searching for something more lasting
Like the poet looking for the once in a lifetime rhyme

Cloudy Sunday
I glimpse a distant form
Cloudy Sunday
I sense that she is warm but question what I feel
Reflection of me or something more real

Cloudy Sunday



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Levinson, Linda Kaplan
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