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