(Intro - ttyl) / Sunday's Dying Light / (Interlude: Sense of Time)

Hey, how you doing today?
You make call when you can, say "Hi"
Talk to you later
Love you

What does the day hold in store
If I sleep in, will it feel like before
I don't want to feel anything
Watching the sunlight run out the front door
Slowly I begin to make my move, I've grown quite speedy
Changin' temperatures and different moods
Today I'm blue, next week, who knows?
I could never ask you to keep up with the rainbow of my emotions
And still be close, when I want you to stay

Monday the morning of the week through mid-times
Noon, and Sunday's dying light
Monday the morning of the week through mid-times
Noon, and Sunday's dying light
Monday the morning of the week through mid-times
Noon, and Sunday's dying light
Monday the morning of the week through mid-times
Noon, and Sunday's dying light

Why don't people care more?
Daydreams outmatched by this pain in our core
I pause while embracing what's said
Words crystalize, I can tell what's being read
In those times I start to make my move, I've grown quite needy
Changin' temperatures and different moods
Right now, I'm green, basking in hope
I could never ask you to keep up with the rainbow of my emotions
And still be close, when I need you to stay

Monday the morning of the week through mid-times
Noon, and Sunday's dying light
Monday the morning of the week through mid-times
Noon, and Sunday's dying light
Monday the morning of the week through mid-times
Noon, and Sunday's dying light
Monday the morning of the week through mid-times
Noon, and Sunday's dying light
It's we who have the answers, wondering how we know this
Monday the morning of the week through mid-times
Noon, and Sunday's dying light
It's we who have the answers, wondering how we know this
Monday the morning of the week through mid-times
Noon, and Sunday's dying light