Feels Like Sunday

The night's over
Your fading
It always ends the same
Your heads on my shoulder
As we pull away

 

So many good times you and I
It makes it so hard to say good-bye

 

 

Cause it always feels like Sunday
When I drive you home
Baby, we'll be fine by Monday
But tonight I'm alone
Baby, when I can't be with you
I still want you close
Cause it always feels like Sunday
When you go
When you go

 

Your sent on my t-shit
It never seems to fade
An empty seat now
Next to me but
Never is filled of space

 

Every moment your not here
Remindes me how much I need you

 

 

Feels like Sunday
It feels like Sunday