Empty Sunday (Remasterise En 2016)

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