Sunday - Jarle Bernhoft

This tiny flat is too big without her

I’ve got no life in here when she’s not around anymore

It’s Sunday evening and the rain is pouring

I talk to the streets but they tell me nothing tonight

Tonight

She just had to leave

And she could not tell me why

Something 'bout a place she had to go on her own

She just had to leave

And I’m no one to tell her how

To live her life with ghosts I don’t believe in

Oh I’m worried sick, can’t even think of sleepin'

I gotta head out to find where she’s hidin'

She could be anywhere, this whole city’s her home

I pray this town loves her just as much as I do

Oh, and then a fear hits me, she might be all alone

In the cold or even worse;

being with someone she don’t know

Tonight

She just had to leave

And she could not tell me why

Something 'bout a place she had to go on her own

To live her live with ghosts I don’t believe in

And if I find her I don’t even know what I’ll see

She’s never let me in on that

Her very self’s so connected with the places she’s in

It changes so much with time and space

She just had to leave

And she could not tell me why

Something 'bout the place she had to go on her own

She just had to leave

And there’s no one to tell her how

To stand up straight to the things that are wrong

In a right way 'cause they are breakin' her down

Hope she’s ok

Dance with coincidence, ignore that she’s on

Smile, and let her go

You got to stand up straight

Pray for her later, let’s hope she’s ok

Dance with coincidence, ignore that she’s on

Smile, and let her go