Cry - The Sundays

And I’m standing on a platform

Now I’m staring from a train

And all the trees roll back beside but I’m so oblivious

To the dark to the light

It’s all the same

You gave me so much

And now it’s of the earth

And it makes me cry

It can makes me cry

And you’re standing here beside me

In a picture in a frame

And your voice could never fade it’s so familiar

Things you said in my head

Every day

You gave me so much

And now it’s of the earth

And it makes me cry

It can makes me cry

You’re with me so much

Through you’re never with me anymore

And it makes me cry

It can make me cry