Violet Sunday

I was driving through the neighborhood Where we used to live. The radio was playing something old I couldn't Remember giving. All those promises I made to you before the Summer went away. Now I'm looking for a reason To come back and stay. The daylight fades a little slower now. I feel it in my chest, Mm. Every song reminds me how I never Gave my best. Violet Sunday, Won't you bring her home? I've been counting all the ways we used to Know. Violet Sunday, Like the flowers on her dress, I keep holding on to something I confess. She used to laugh at all my jokes, Even when they didn't land. I, I'd watch her dancing in the kitchen With a wooden spoon in hand. Now the silence fills the rooms where we used To be alive. Oh, but I'm just trying to remember How to feel all right. Mm. The daylight fades a little slower now. I feel it in my chest. Oh, yeah. Every song reminds me how I never Gave my best. Ooh. Violet Sunday, Won't you bring her home? I've been counting all the ways we used to Know. Violet Sunday, Like the flowers on her dress, I keep holding on to something I confess. I could call her up tonight and tell her Everything I feel, but the words get stuck Inside, and I don't know What's real. Violet Sunday-Oh. Won't you bring her home? I've been counting all the ways we used to Know. Ooh. Violet Sunday-Violet Sunday like the on her dress, I keep holding on to something I confess. Violet Sunday. Ooh. Violet Sunday. Bring her back to me.