Letra de Sunday

It was a sunday morning I was way too young for this day The phone rang, and her fates changed And that's when all the pain came I sat there trying to comprehend I'll never see my dad again He never saw me singing He never saw me spell my name And the images won't fade Your voice, my joy, your pain It's painted on my brain No matter what I do or say Another sunday morning The biggest day of my life She said: There's something inside me Nine months and you will meet him In the delivery room I'm a patient boy I wait, I wait, I wait For the new life we created If he's watching above would he be proud? It's painted on my brain Your voice, my joy, your pain It's painted on my brain No matter what I do or say These images won't fade Painted on my brain These images won't fade Your voice, my joy, your pain It's painted on my brain No matter what I do or say These images won't fade Your voice, my joy, your pain It's painted on my brain No matter what I do or say These images won't fade