For Sunday — текст песни (Name Taken)

Sunday For Seventeen Years I Have Let This Go, I`ve Let This Go
No One Cares Now Not Even I Now That This Familiar Place Has Never Once Felt Like Home

So When You Think That You Have The Right To Say
Why Doesn`t Your Heart Burn Like Ours?
I`ll Let The Ashes Go, This Wound You Can`t Replace
No One Including You Cared To Comfort The Flame

But When Voices Sing And Lift To Promises That I`ve Never Seen
Then And Only Then Do I Truly Feel Home In This Hope

So Befriend Me And Smile To My Face, I Swear I`m Lying This Time
I`ve Never Been So Far Away When These Regrets Are Worthless To Me
And God Why Do You Blame Them? I`m Begging You To Forgive Me

So When You Think That You Have The Right To Say
Why Doesn`t Your Heart Burn Like Ours?
I`ll Let The Ashes Go, This Wound You Can`t Replace
No One Cared To Comfort The Flame

But When Voices Sing And Lift To Promises That I`ve Never Seen
Then And Only Then Do I Feel Home In A Hope That Will Embrace The Sky

So When You Think That You Have The Right To Say
Why Doesn`t Your Heart Burn Like Ours?
I`ll Let The Ashes Go, This Wound You Can`t Replace
No One Cared To Comfort The Flame

Cause You Can`t See Me So Don`t Pretend Like I Owe It To You Like You Saved Me
It`s Not Of Your Hands I Owe Nothing To You
You Never Reached Out When I Needed Anyone