Sunday paper

The night was talking at 5:AM,
To loosen up the morning,
I was walking to meet a friend,
But didn't know where I was going,
Cuz I miss you

Sunday Papers are on display,
Don't think that I'll be reading,
Cuz one of these pages says your name,
With out any room for feeling,
Cuz I miss you

Maybe I'm wrong,
and this worlds not coming to a sudden end

For all that we knew, for all we've seen through,
It comes down to this, and all that we missed
For all that we said, For all the roads led,
Now to the end, So much left to mend

The rising ring of a morning sun,
A new day for the living,
Looking back from it's end,
Shadows shifting meanings,
Cuz I, I miss you

Maybe I lied,
when I yelled about something,
that seemed like something then

For all that we knew, for all we've seen through,
It comes down to this, and all that we missed
For all that we said, for all the roads led,
Now to the end, So much left to mend

If I could check the box, At the lost and found,
If I could find a note, Crumpled on the ground,
If I could get a message, On my machine,
Just to let me know, You're leaving me

For all that we knew, for all we've seen through,
It comes down to this, and all that we missed
For all that we said, for all the roads led,
Now to the end, There's so much left

For all that we knew, for all we've seen through,
It comes down to this, and all that we missed
For all that we said, for all the roads led,
Now to the end, So much left to mend
So much left to mend