Sundays

I'm out here waiting, waiting in the cold
Hopeful patience, but your heart was sold
If I could choose, I, would choose to make you mine
But I'm afraid I'm too late this time

Another Sunday passes without you
I can't help wondering who I lost you to
Would something change if I came a little earlier?
Did I forget something that I should have remembered?

So take me back to those Sundays
Where we'd lay by the shore and forget about the time
Back when you were mine
Take me back to those Sundays
The icecream shop was where we'd meet
You'd take my hand
Kiss me on the sand
Those Sundays
Ooh
Those Sundays
Ooh

I'm out here waiting, waiting in the dark
I feel so stupid for losing your heart
Was there something I could do to make you stay?
To stop my heart from hurting this way?

So take me back to those Sundays
Where we'd lay by the shore and forget about the time
Back when you were mine
Take me back to those Sundays
The icecream shop was where we'd meet
You'd take my hand
Kiss me on the sand
Those Sundays
Ooh
Those Sundays
Ooh

How could I be so blind?
I should have known that waiting for you would just be a waste of time
But I miss the sweetness
That you showed me when you held me
But now all my nights are sleepless

So take me back to those Sundays
Where we'd lay by the shore and forget about the time
Back when you were mine
Take me back to those Sundays
The icecream shop was where we'd meet
You'd take my hand
Kiss me on the sand
Those Sundays
Ooh
Those Sundays
Ooh

Those Sundays
Ooh
Those Sundays