Sunday

Sunday's Echo: A Melodic Reflection on Love's Resilience
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Lyrics

Call it a cathartic release,

Describing the emotional release as cathartic.

Say it how you like,

Expressing that the description can be articulated in various ways.

That's the second time this week,

Noting a repetitive occurrence, the second time in the week.

I hope you don't mind.

Expressing a hope that the listener is not bothered by the repetition.


We were just kids,

Reflecting on a past time when they were young.

The feeling never dies,

Suggesting that certain emotions from the past persist.

You can change the subject,

Acknowledging the ability to change the topic of conversation.

I can't lose the butterflies.

Expressing difficulty in overcoming the sensation of butterflies (nervousness or excitement).


Good god it's a Sunday afternoon, what are you doing on the kitchen floor again?

Pondering the listener's actions on a Sunday afternoon, questioning their presence on the kitchen floor.

I can't keep coming home to this.

Expressing frustration about repeatedly encountering a distressing situation.


Don't stare your eyes reveal,

Advising against staring, as the eyes may reveal emotional vulnerability.

A blossom of a tear,

Describing the revelation of emotion through tears as a blossom.

I know how much you hate it seeing me like that.

Acknowledging the listener's discomfort at witnessing the speaker in a vulnerable state.


Good god it's a Sunday afternoon, what are you doing on the kitchen floor again?

Reiterating the questioning of the listener's actions on a Sunday afternoon.

I can't keep coming home to this.

Expressing the difficulty of continuously returning home to the same distressing scene.


I ran the bath an hour ago, now the waters turned cold.

Describing a past action of running a bath that has now gone cold.

Is that you coming up the stairs?

Questioning the identity of someone approaching, likely the listener.

I can tell can tell by the creaks in the floorboards

Noticing the approaching person based on the sounds of the floorboards.


Good god it's a Sunday afternoon, what are you doing on the kitchen floor again?

Reiterating the questioning of the listener's actions on a Sunday afternoon.

No I can't keep coming home

Stating an inability to continue returning home to the same distressing situation.


Looks like we're getting old.

Observing the passage of time and the aging process.

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