Idyllic Sunday
You painted Monday
You already forget
You already forget
You painted it celeste
When it should have been sky blue
Your brush traduced
The colours smeared
It does appear to be a different shade to you
Then the one I knew
And are you sure in what
You drew on that
Sententious Sunday
You mentioned Monday
Well it wasn't correct
It wasn't correct
At least not my recollect
I recall
Something that you don't
It sends me back again to the emptiness
Going back again on my own
I get sent back again to the emptiness
Going back again all alone
Back to that
Uncertain Sunday
Locked in our memories
I'm feeling all these things
Everything
Anything
I'm counting
Your different words
And your different shades of blue