Sunday afternoon

was their decision to make things so complicated

I tried to help I swear I tried,

but words are very little when it will change,

and I never said I would wait forever,
things change my dear

and whenever the sky turns red Sunday afternoon

I’m sure that everything has been planned,

and the only output is in us

and when we want to release,

the world is closed

but you can open it with your heart,

what it is right will always be right

now what it is wrong depends on you.