Black Sunday

by Matthew1018@xiami.com





I can't breath at all 

It hurts to think 

that a sound could heal my wounds 

feeling I've been betrayed 

Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts 

I can't sleep at all 

Now you're gone away 

I can't fake this anymore 

Guess I could blame it all 

on God's game 

or explain what my life's for 



 

Caught in a winters rain 

I can't remember a word you said 

Take away my fear please hold on to me 

I'm falling 

Falling 



I will trade it all 

for another day 

just to feel you and your warmth 

but even pictures fade 

Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts 

I can't see at all 

did you fly away 

Did the stars shine bright for you 

Guess I could blame it all 

on God's game 

it was fate that carried you 



 



You always take away 

Take away 

Take away 





 

and I'm falling 

I'm falling 

I'm falling 

I'm falling 

I'm falling