Текст песни
That this is how it goes.
I'm happy for you dancing in the kitchen light,
But every Sunday evening I'm missing you all night.
I'm glad you took the chance we dreamed about in school,
But Sunday comes and goes and the phone just sits there,
Cold and cruel.
We used to talk for hours with our feet up on the wall,
Trading secrets, trading gossip,
Trading who would take the call.
Now the messages come short, a photo of a foreign street,
I type back, "So happy for you," and then I sit and wait.
I'm happy for you dancing in the kitchen light,
But every Sunday evening I'm missing you all night.
I'm glad you took the chance we dreamed about in school,
But Sunday comes and goes and the phone just sits there,
Cold and cruel.
We used to talk for hours with our feet up on the wall,
Trading secrets, trading gossip,
Trading who would take the call.
Now the messages come short, a photo of a foreign street,
I type back, "So happy for you," and then I sit and wait.