Sunday:

I remember We were

walking up to Strawberry Swing

I can't wait until the morning

Wouldn't wanna change a thing

Now the sky could be blueI don't mindWithout you it's a waste of time

Could be blueI don’t mindWithout you it’s a waste of time


Could be blue,Could be grayWithout you I’m just miles awayCould be blueI don’t mindWithout you it’s a waste of time