Thoughts of a child, echoes of Sunday afternoon.
Things don't improve with time.
She doesn't stir....
I've watched the clock till I despaired....
But I can't close my eyes.
I'll never ga home without deceiving you. The night goes on....
her shoulders gently rise and fall....
l fight those fears away....
There must be more the other side of our front door
I wish that I could stay.... (That's enough)
I'll never go home, without deceiving you.
THAT'S ENOUGH FOR ME....I'll never go home again.
THAT'S ENOUGH FOR ME....without deceiving you.