Looking at you through the window, only window
That makes feel alright
Dreaming there a couple of hours, wasted hours
You are not here

If only I could know
That true sorrow
Is coming down to me
And I'm without you with a rain
Can you hear me calling?

CHORUS:
These days are gone so pray for more
And it feels like the same
You gotta hold on me, everything that I see
And make it feel alright

Going out on a Sunday, bloody Sunday
It makes feel alright
Sitting there a couple of hours, wasted hours
Nobody's there

Late night coming home
I'm still restless
Changing the sides of street
And I'm without you with a rain
Can you hear me calling?