Batzz In The Belfry Sunday Mourning
Sun, rise today, like the sunrise long ago
This day, we say goodbye, you are going home
Days begin, like grains of sand, falling
Through the hourglass, held in God's hand
Somewhere the days are all brand new
Sunday mourning
Hiding from the thought, that someday you'd be gone
We may never understand until we meet again above
I never thought the tears would fall so easy to the ground
Before the day, before the dawn, the pain would be set free
Somewhere the days are all brand new
Sunday mourning
