Sunday Blues

They say "Beauty's in the eye of the beholder"
But if you get closer, you'll see I am not beautiful, mmm
They say that the grass will be greener
Then say "Have you seen her?" She's not in control

I try to make my peace
With what God gave to me
Embrace spirituality
But I am done, I am done

If I have a soul, let it grow cold 'til I bleed blue
If I told a lie, it's only to try and not scare you
You say I'm your muse, but how could you choose
A burnt out cigarette over candled rooms?
No more clouded truths
Not living with regret and Sunday blues

I know there's different ideas of beauty
And I wish you could let me show you just how beautiful you really are
And I know that there's someone who'll love you
Want to kiss you and hug you in candle lit rooms

If you gave me your soul (if I have a soul)
I wouldn't let it grow cold (let it grow cold)
'Til you've left me ('til I bleed blue)
No more you and I (if I told a lie)
Only do or die for all eternity (it's only to try and not scare you)

I would care for you (you say I'm your muse)
And I'd never choose (how could you choose)
A burnt out cigarette (a burnt out cigarette)
Over a candled room (over a candled room)
Telling all our truths (no more clouded truths)
Loving without regrets (not living with regrets and Sunday blues)

All the love and warmth that you could want
The playful taunts, the morning walks
To late nights ending with love
But your beautiful soul just may well grow cold without real love
So will you give it a try? Don't let us just pass by

If I give you my soul, will you let it grow cold? (You know I won't)
I promise not to lie and I'll be there
To dry your tears when they fall
I will care for you and I'll never choose
A burnt out cigarette over a candled room
Where I'm holding you, pure love with no regrets or Sunday blues