Sunday - Patrick Watson

See you on Sunday

In the nighttime, the night

Whenever we are

Summers came

We lost our time, is eating in years by my mind

I want you to come back and take it away

The despair in the world

Amount by the day

Whatever you saw

And you come with some

Plant butterflies

They’re eating my mind

I want you to come back and take them away

Your butterflies are eating my mind

I wish you’d come back and take them away

See you on Sunday

See you Sunday

You know it was nice with all the time

You are the music in my world

I’ve gotta fly, I’ve got a thousand flies in my mind

See you on…

See you on Sunday

See you on Sunday

See you on Sunday