You Vanished before my arms on Sunday And since then... You Vanished before my eyes on Sunday And nowdays I cry in every song - When will we see you in our home? - But I'll return I dream of a week where there's no Sundays The Sunday... My darling you've absolutely fucked me You want me in ways I do not know -When will we see you in our home? -But I, I will return -Will you stay? -I will, for nothing ever ends...