Jarle Bernhoft "Sunday"

Privat foto: «It's Sunday evening and the rain is pouring”

This tiny flat is too big without her

I've got no life in here when she's not around anymore

It's Sunday evening and the rain is pouring

I talk to the streets but they tell me nothing tonight

Tonight

She just had to leave

And she could not tell me why

Something about a place she had to go on her own

She just had to leave

And I'm no one to tell her how

To live her life with ghosts I don't believe in

Oh, I'm worried sick, can't even think of sleeping

I gotta head out to find where she's hiding

She could be anywhere, this whole city’s her home

I pray this town loves her just as much as I do

And then the fear hits me, she might be all alone

In the cold or even worse being with someone she don't know

(You've got to let her go)

Tonight

She just had to leave

And she could not tell me why

Something about a place she had to go on her own

She just had to leave

And I'm no one to tell her how

To live her life with ghosts I don't believe in

And if I find her I don't even know what I'll see

She's never let me in on that

Her very self so connected with the places she's in

It changes so much in time and space

She just had to leave

And she could not tell me why

Something about a place she had to go on her own

She just had to leave

And I'm no one to tell her how

To stand up straight to the things that are wrong

In the right way because they are breaking her down

You've got to stand up straight,

Pray for deliverance, hope she's okay

Dance with coincidence

Ignore what she's on

Smile and let her go