Speak with your tongue tied,
I know that you´re tired
But I just want to know,
Where you want to go,
I may be sad, But I´m not weak,
This situation is bleak
And you puffy eyes never lie,
Your tears come from inside

Until Sunday I´ll be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesturday´s not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,
You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you

Drown your fears with me
I´m feeling real sorry
Your glossy eyes don´t need
The sadness they have seen
But you´re way too deep to swim
Back up again
But somehow I can´t find
The moment you said goodbye

Until Sunday I´ll be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesturday´s not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,
You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you

This is becoming a problem I´m hurting it´s unfair
But somehow your words,
The way that I heard are haunting me,
You´re under my skin
You´re breaking in,
And the tasteless fights that filled our nights
Are starting to cave in,
You´re under my skin
You´re breaking in
And if Sundays what it takes to prove
I have nothing else to loose

Until Sunday I´ll be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesturday´s not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,
You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you