Letra de Sunday

It was a sunday morning
i was way too young for this day
the phone rang, and her fates changed
and thats when all the pain came
i sat there trying to comprehend
i´ll never see my dad again
he never saw me singing
he never saw me spell my name

and the images won´t fade
your voice, my joy, your pain
its painted on my brain
no matter what i do or say

another sunday morning
the biggest day of my life
she said "there´s something inside me
nine months and you will meet him"
in the delivery room i´m a patient boy
i wait, i wait, i wait
for the new life we created
if he´s watching above would he be proud?

it´s painted on my brain
your voice, my joy, your pain
its painted on my brain
no matter what i do or say
these images won´t fade

PAINTED ON MY BRAIN

these images won´t fade
your voice, my joy, your pain
its painted on my brain
no matter what i do or say
these images won´t fade
your voice, my joy, your pain
its painted on my brain
no matter what i do or say
these images won´t fade