sunday morning coming down

if i should leave here…

if i should go…

if i should leave here…

theres something you should know…

i was not a hero…

in my story or in yours…

i was not a hero…

everyday is sunday on the streets of my hometown…

everyone i gone now…

the sun is going down…

they tell me not to look directly at the sun…

but the flame of youth burns inside  its heart…

if i should leave here…

theres something you should know…

i was not a hero…

in my story or in yours…