Waiting on a Sunday afternoon for what I read between the lines your lies feeling like a hand in rusted shame so do you laugh At thoughs who cry reply leaving on a southern train only yesterday you lied promises of what I seemed to be only watch the time go by all of these things you said to me breathing is the hardest thing to do with all I've said and always did for you you lied goodbye leaving on a southern train only yesterday you lied promises of what I seemed to be only watch the time go by all of these things I said to you