Early in a Sunday morning
She cries all alone
I can hear her sorrow through the wall
Empty as she walks the hallway
Left alone
But she won't be the one who calls
For there are seven different sins
After one, it all begins,
Until the moon will hit the stars
They were like crashing cars
But when will anybody care?
We all share our ups and downs in this quiet town of ours
But as it is, it's raining every day
How can it go forever, does anybody know?
Somehow we must find a way
Listen, everybody you must see,
How it all must be for me,
you don't have to worry.
Different times will make you see,
It can be great again, you'll see