Speak with your tongue tied,
I know that you're tired
But I just want to know,

Where you want to go,
I may be sad, But I'm not weak,
This situation is bleak

And you puffy eyes never lie,
Your tears come from inside.


Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesturday's not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,

You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you


Drown your fears with me
I'm feeling real sorry
Your glossy eyes don't need

The sadness they have seen
But you're way too deep to swim
Back up again

But somehow I can't find
The moment you said goodbye


Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesturday's not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,

You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you


This is becoming a problem I'm hurting it's unfair
But somehow your words,
The way that I heard are haunting me,

You're under my skin
You're breaking in,
And the tasteless fights that filled our nights

Are starting to cave in,
You're under my skin
You're breaking in

And if Sundays what it takes to prove
I have nothing else to loose


Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesturday's not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,

You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you