Sun on Sunday - James Blunt

A silent tear, an empty smile

So insincerely, but so gently in denial

And me the thief, so selfishly

All the moments meant for you, I made them mine

How was I so blind to miss you crumbling inside?

Is it too late now to fix you?

Let me make it right

'Cause there’ll be no sun on Sunday

No reason for words to rhyme

'Cause if you’re bleeding, so am I

A wishful look, a hesitate

You’re hoping I will notice that you’re not OK

And me the fool, you turn away

It’s only then I feel the weight of my mistakes

And if I cut you, if I bruise you, then the scars are always mine

Cause I love you so to lose you would be worse than if I died