Is calling it the last one
Don't disappear, call, call, call
And it'll never feel like Sunday
And if you steal even the last, last one from me
If you steal even the only, only one from me
Hour of sleep from this night
Even when I wake up alone, now
It looks like the sun, but it's the full moon
Of a lonely girl, alone
Who might not feel lonely anymore
How many times I cried for no reason at all
How many cigarettes warmed this face
On top of your heart of darkness
There was my wool sweater
This girl is less lonely
And it'll never feel like Sunday
And if you steal even the last, last one from me
If you steal even the only, only one from me
Hour of sleep from this night
Even when I wake up alone, now
It looks like the sun, but it's the full moon
Of a lonely girl, alone
She might not feel
Polyester dreams, a love in my hair
Letters and tights forgotten in drawers
Like these years and those diaries never opened
All those times I came back home
All those times I came back home
Even when I wake up alone, now
It looks like the sun, but it's the full moon
Who, since you’re here, isn’t lonely anymore