🎶 Sun On Sunday

A silent [D]tear, [F#m]an empty [D][F#m]smile,
So [D]insincerely, but so [F#m]gently in [G]denial.
And me the [Em]thief,[B]so[Em] selfishly[B],
All the [Em]moments meant for [G]you, I made them [A]mine.

How was [D]I so blind to [F#m]miss you [Bm]crumbling inside? [G]
Is it [D]too late now to [F#m]fix you? Let me [Bm]make it [G]right!
[Em]'Cause there'll be no sun on [A]Sunday,
[Bm]No reason for [A]words to [G]rhyme
'Cause if you're [Bb]bleeding, [D]so am I.

A wishful [D]look, [F#m]a [D]hesitate, [F#m]
You're [D]hoping I will notice [F#m]that you're not [G]OK.
And me the [Em]fool; [B] [Em]you turn [B]away
It's only [Em]then I feel the [G]weight of my [A]mistakes.

How was [D]I so blind to [F#m]miss you [Bm]crumbling inside? [G]
Is it [D]too late now to [F#m]fix you? Let me [Bm]make it [G]right!
'Cause there'll [Em]be no sun on [A]Sunday,
[Bm]No reason for [A]words to [G]rhyme
'Cause if you're [Bb]bleeding, [D]so am I.

And if I cut [F]you, if I bruise [G]you, then the [C]scars are always [D]mine.
Cause I love [F]you so to lose yo[G]u would be wor[C]se than if I died[D].

How was [Eb]I so blind to mi[Gm]ss you crumb[Cm]ling inside?[Ab]
Is it [Eb]too late now to [Gm]fix you? Let me [Cm]make it [Ab]right.
'Cause there'll [Fm]be no sun on [Bb]Sunday
No [Eb]reason for [Gm]words to [Ab]rhyme
'Cause if you're [B]bleeding, then so am [Eb]I.