Said you'd saved a song for me
I was caught out in the rain
I'm a sucker for romantics
As to every line you say
Is it just the effects of a tired, broken soul?
Or the clever-played theatrics giving you a reason for (?)

Aren't you glad I came to see pictures on a lazy Sunday?
There's been times that were like the way things were
And all the stupid little things that we used to talk about
I've been hoping for a night like this
Let's close our eyes, we can pretеnd they don't exist
The room is еmpty and the lights are dim
And the mood is set to epic and tragic
But you still feel like magic, yeah

Heard you found out I was leaving
I'll have to find another place to rest
Yeah, I thought I saw you laughing
But maybe you were crying out instead
There's another year
Honey, don't you cry
I was searching for the right words to say
But they were never ever "goodbye"

And aren't you glad I came to see pictures on a lazy Sunday?
There's been times that were like the way things were
And all the stupid little things that we used to talk about
I've been hoping for a night like this
Let's close our eyes, we can pretend they don't exist
The room is empty and the lights are dim
And the mood is set, mood is set