It must have been hours, you called my dear,
So many days are gone and I'm still standing here.
You'll come back shaking and hide yourself
The man you've been seeking doesn't deserve the chance.

You call it love, sunny, and you're back again.
You call it love, holy, but you're sorry in the end.

I must have been dreaming, that today was a new day.
I guess I was hoping, that you were gonna stay.
You'll come back worried that love itself
Seems to be giving someone else the chance.

You call it love, sunny, and you've back again.
You call it love, holy, and I'm sorry for you in the end.