Tea on Sunday

Tea on Sunday is so very lonely in a gentler kind of way When I remember the days... When I remember our face Tea on Sunday tastes so empty without you, my sweet, around It tastes so lonely... It tastes so lonely... Why's the quiet when the kettle's on? Reading a book in the afternoon But stuck on the first page remembering you Surprised I made it this far... Surprised I made it this far... I wonder where you are You're my shining star Tea on Sunday is so very lonely as this lukewarm liquid so woefully flowing On a Tea on Sunday On a day in the sun day On a wrapped in silk day On a dust on the shelf day On a tea on sunday is so very lonely as this lukewarm liquid so woefully flowing on a On a tea on sunday is so very lonely as this lukewarm liquid so woefully flowing on a Reading a book in the afternoon but stuck on the first page remembering you Surprised I made it this far... I wonder where you are You're my shining star