Come Sundown

I heard the front door
Closing softly
As I wakened
From my sleep

With the last touch
Of her lips, Lord
Like a whisper
On my cheek

And I curse the sun for rising
For the worst, Lord
Is yet to come
'Cause this morning
She's just leaving
But come sundown
She'll be gone

See the lipstick
On the pillow
That I placed
Beneath her head

And the sun shapes
Still feel warm, Lord
Where she lay
Upon my bed

And it hurts
To know it's over
For the hurt, Lord
Has just begun
'Cause this morning
She's just leaving
But come sundown
She'll be gone

Beliebteste Lieder von Gene Rockwell

Andere Künstler von Middle of the Road (MOR)