Another day another room
With nothing new to say
But pretty eyes to match the sky
And softness in her face
She can´t decide and never cries

I think it´s just her style
Margaux stay a little while

Countless hours spent outside
To waste her time away
And over bearing endless staring
Into out of space
I can´t recall the time before
I felt so out of place
Margaux left without a trace

Sunday mornings
Are quieter these days
And when do I
Get back the time we wasted
We both know
There´s no one else to blame
Margaux left and nothing felt the same

Another meal in silence
And I don´t know what to make
My room is still a mess
And my hair is just the same
I contemplate and wait for something
Just to make me move
Margaux said I´d never loose

Sunday mornings
Are quieter these days
And when do I
Get back the time we wasted
We both know
There´s no one else to blame
Margaux left and nothing felt
Margaux left it´s for the best
Margaux left and everything has changed