Walking down Brick Lane, feeling blue.
Winds blowing lightly and I picture you.
Sweet Sunday morning, nothing to do.
Love is like a dream, when it's just me and you.

Open my window, sing me a song.
Baby can't Du see that this is where I belong?
With your hand in my hand, still feel that love
Really wish that we could go back to the way that it was.

They say if it doesn't kill Du it'll make Du stronger.
Oh, but I can't be without Du any longer.
Everytime I let it go, baby it's true.
Nothing compares to you.
Nothing compares to you.

Sweet Sunday morning, all Von myself.
Hard Liebe what we've done, then...

What do Du do when you're stuck,
'cause the one that Du love,
has pushed Du away,
and Du can't deal with the pain,
and now you're trying to fix me,
mend what he did,
and find the piece that i'm missing,
but I still miss him,
I miss him, I'm missing him,
oh i miss him, I miss him I'm missng him

And you're sitting in the front row,
wanna be first in line,
waiting Von my window,
giving me all your time,
you could be my hero,
if only I could let go,
but his Liebe is still in me,
Like a broken arrow. Oh whoa,
like a broken arrow.

he's the thorn in my flesh
that I can't dig out
he's stealing my breath
when you're around,...