Sunday
Sunday's Silent Yearning: A Tale of Love, Betrayal, and Streetlights
Lyrics
On Sunday
Expressing a specific day, Sunday
I feel obsolete
Feeling unimportant or insignificant
As I look down
Observing the surroundings from a higher vantage point
And see on my street
Noticing activity on the speaker's street
And there's a man sitting there
Describing a man seated on the street
But I know he don't care for me
Feeling a lack of concern from the man
His boots battered and worn
Noting the worn condition of the man's boots
Unlike the smiles he'd sworn to keep
Contrasting the worn boots with unkept promises
On Sundays
Repeating the theme of feeling obsolete on Sundays
I hardly blink twice
Minimizing reactions to familiar faces
As I'm woken to faces
Awakening to different faces each time
That are never alike
Highlighting the variety of faces encountered
And as I fold by the bedside
Folding by the bedside, possibly referring to a routine
As my drunken blindness resides
Reflecting on past actions influenced by intoxication
And as I look at his face,
Noticing someone's presence and their intention to stay
I just know that he's here for the night
Perceiving the visitor's commitment for the night
But you promised you loved me at dawn
Recalling a promise of love in the morning
When you guided me out through the door
Guided out with love, setting a positive tone
And with shivers and shakes on your doorstep
Experiencing uncertainty and discomfort at the doorstep
Are you telling me this was just your trap
Questioning the sincerity of the earlier promise
But you pushed me quite hard at the bus stop
Being physically pushed at a bus stop
And I noticed that it made my heart stop
Realizing the impact on emotions and heart
It's all blurred to me
Expressing a sense of confusion and haziness
On Sundays
Reiterating the feeling of being obsolete on Sundays
I feel obsolete
Experiencing a recurring sense of insignificance
As I look down
Repeating the act of looking down on the street
To see on my street
Observing activity again on the speaker's street
And he's there with another,
Noting the presence of the man with someone else
Seeking for warmth in the night
Describing the man seeking warmth with another
But he promised he loves her
Contrasting the man's promise of love with his actions
As he cradles her through the night
Depicting the man's caring actions towards another
But you promised you loved me at dawn
Recalling the earlier promise of love at dawn
When you guided me out through the door
Highlighting the positive guidance at the beginning
And with shivers and shakes on your doorstep
Reiterating discomfort and uncertainty at the doorstep
Are you telling me this was just your trap
Questioning the sincerity of the initial promise
But you pushed me quite hard at the bus stop
Recalling a forceful action at a bus stop
And I noticed that it made my heart stop
Realizing the impact on the speaker's heart
It's all blurred to me
Reiterating a sense of confusion and haziness
On Sundays
Repeating the theme of feeling obsolete on Sundays
I long at the street
Expressing a desire or yearning on Sundays
And wonder, what it's like
Contemplating the idea of completeness
To just feel complete
Expressing curiosity about the feeling of being complete
But kind face absorbs me
Encountering a kind and absorbing presence
And I hope that he stays for a while
Hoping for a lasting connection and companionship
With my head in his chest
Desiring a sense of safety and security
Well then I can stay safe for the night
Highlighting the possibility of staying safe for the night
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