Lyrics: Empty Sunday

(Simon Napier-Bell/Vicki Wickham)

Walked through the streets on my own
Empty Sunday at dawn, six o'clock and you've gone
Grey little square in the town
Empty Sunday alone without you, where is home ?

I see your face, I see your smile, I see the eyes that used to cry
I see the lips I used to kiss, I can't forget
See you standing all alone, I see the things that I did wrong
I see I didn't try enough to give you love

Cold on the bench in the park
Empty Sunday is here, empty day, empty year

I see your face, I see your smile, I see the eyes that used to cry
I see the lips I used to kiss, I can't forget
See you standing all alone, I see the things that I did wrong
I see I didn't try enough to give you love

I see your face, I see your smile, I see the eyes that used to cry
I see the lips I used to kiss, I can't forget
See you standing all alone, I see the things that I did wrong
I see I didn't try enough to give you love.