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[Куплет 1] You left your coffee by the window Half a ring still marks the wood I read the letter twice this morning Trying to make the ending good The old fan turns above the hallway Counting every breath i take Your blue coat hangs behind the doorway Like a promise we couldn't keep [Қайырма] If i could borrow one more sunday I'd spend it sitting by your side No grand speech, no last confession Just your hand folded into mine [Куплет 2] The train runs low beyond the county Shaking dust from every pane I hear your laugh inside the kitchen Then the house goes still again I drove past miller's on a friday Saw our booth beneath the sign Some things fade beneath the seasons Some just learn to bide their time [Қайырма] If i could borrow one more sunday I'd spend it sitting by your side No grand speech, no last confession Just your hand folded into mine [Көпір] I was proud when i should've yielded I was gone when you called my name Now the truth comes slow as winter And it burns just the same [Куплет 3] There's a photograph in the glove box Corners curled from years of heat You are twenty-three and laughing With your bare feet in the creek I keep driving through the valley Past the fields we used to know Every mile gives back a memory Every mile says let it go [Қайырма] If i could borrow one more sunday I'd spend it sitting by your side No grand speech, no last confession Just your hand folded into mine [Аутро] So if you hear this road behind you If the night brings back my name Know i loved you past my knowing And i would choose you all the same
