The most beautiful sad song I've ever heard.
"Sun On Sunday"
A silent [D]tear, [F#m] an empty [D]smile,[F#m]
So insince[D]rely, but so [F#m]gently in [G]denial.
And me the [Em]thief,[B] so[Em] selfishly[B],
All the [Em]moments meant for [G]you, I made them [A]mine.
How was [D]I so blind to [F#m]miss you crumb[Bm]ling inside?[G]
Is it to[D]o late now to [F#m]fix you? Let me [Bm]make it right![G]
[Em]'Cause there'll be no sun on [A]Sunday,
[Bm]No reason for [A]words to [G]rhyme
'Cause if you're [Bb]bleeding, s[D]o am I.
A wishful [D]look, [F#m] a hesitat[D]e,[F#m]
You're [D]hoping I will notice [F#m]that you're not [G]OK.
And me the [Em]fool; [B] you[Em] turn away[B]
It's only [Em]then I feel the we[G]ight of my mistak[A]es.
How was [D]I so blind to [F#m]miss you crumb[Bm]ling inside?[G]
Is it to[D]o late now to [F#m]fix you? Let me [Bm]make it right![G]
[Em]'Cause there'll be no sun on [A]Sunday,
[Bm]No reason for [A]words to [G]rhyme
'Cause if you're [Bb]bleeding, s[D]o am I.
And if I cut [F]you, if I bruise [G]you, then the [C]scars are always [D]mine.
Cause I love [F]you so to lose yo[G]u would be wor[C]se than if I died[D].
How was [Eb]I so blind to mi[Bb]ss you crumb[Cm]ling inside?[G#]
Is it [Eb]too late now to [Bb]fix you? Let me [Cm]make it righ[G#]t.
'Cause there'll be [G#]no sun on [Bb]Sunday
No [Eb]reason for [Bb]words to [G#]rhyme
'Cause if you're [B]bleeding, [G#]then so a[Eb]m I.
"Sun On Sunday"
A silent [D]tear, [F#m] an empty [D]smile,[F#m]
So insince[D]rely, but so [F#m]gently in [G]denial.
And me the [Em]thief,[B] so[Em] selfishly[B],
All the [Em]moments meant for [G]you, I made them [A]mine.
How was [D]I so blind to [F#m]miss you crumb[Bm]ling inside?[G]
Is it to[D]o late now to [F#m]fix you? Let me [Bm]make it right![G]
[Em]'Cause there'll be no sun on [A]Sunday,
[Bm]No reason for [A]words to [G]rhyme
'Cause if you're [Bb]bleeding, s[D]o am I.
A wishful [D]look, [F#m] a hesitat[D]e,[F#m]
You're [D]hoping I will notice [F#m]that you're not [G]OK.
And me the [Em]fool; [B] you[Em] turn away[B]
It's only [Em]then I feel the we[G]ight of my mistak[A]es.
How was [D]I so blind to [F#m]miss you crumb[Bm]ling inside?[G]
Is it to[D]o late now to [F#m]fix you? Let me [Bm]make it right![G]
[Em]'Cause there'll be no sun on [A]Sunday,
[Bm]No reason for [A]words to [G]rhyme
'Cause if you're [Bb]bleeding, s[D]o am I.
And if I cut [F]you, if I bruise [G]you, then the [C]scars are always [D]mine.
Cause I love [F]you so to lose yo[G]u would be wor[C]se than if I died[D].
How was [Eb]I so blind to mi[Bb]ss you crumb[Cm]ling inside?[G#]
Is it [Eb]too late now to [Bb]fix you? Let me [Cm]make it righ[G#]t.
'Cause there'll be [G#]no sun on [Bb]Sunday
No [Eb]reason for [Bb]words to [G#]rhyme
'Cause if you're [B]bleeding, [G#]then so a[Eb]m I.
