Lyrics:

Watch the day unfolding in little movies
With silver tears that sparkle from my eyes
I catch myself and turn to toughen up
But it hurts too much to try

Watching my reflection in the window
In the afternoon gold beaming sun
One more seat fades out in black in white still another has begun

But you don't know I have seen the ending
Still I can not look away
Don't you know all of this pretending
Is just a little movie that we play

You could play a tune for all your troubles
And I will help remind you of the words
Angels born in hell will sing our praises
Like this broken song deserves

Sunday sun please take me down
I want to hear that lonesome sound