Just an ordinary Sunday afternoon,
Drinking tea and talking about nothing,
But the news that I’ll discover soon,
Turns this nothing into something.
Then I’m shaking uncontrollably,
This is not a possibility,
And I couldn’t catch my breath.
No I couldn’t catch my breath.
Tears are streaming down my face
‘Cause it’s such a bloody waste,
With no words that can explain the pain away.
I will carry you inside,
Like a flame that will not die
With a love that will not fade.
From the moment we walked into the room,
We were afraid of the conversation.
As if anything that came out of you,
Was an insult to the situation.
Now I’m crying uncontrollably,
‘Cause I can’t deny this tragedy.
I can barely catch my breath,
No I just can’t catch my breath.
Tears are streaming down my face
‘Cause it’s such a bloody waste,
With no words that can explain the pain away.
I will carry you inside,
Like a flame that will not die
With a love that will not fade.
And I can’t find a reason why this happened to you,
And I’ll never understand it, how life can be so cruel.
It was only a few days ago we were talking our lives through,
What we’d do…
Tears are streaming down my face
‘Cause it’s such a bloody waste,
With no words that can explain the pain away.
I will carry you inside,
Like a flame that will not die
And a love that will not fade.
Just an ordinary Sunday afternoon…
Natascha Sohl, Arnie Roman and Russ DeSalvo
