Curtains dance with the lazy breeze
Coffee’s cold, and I still freeze
Your sweater’s hangin’ by the door
I don’t know what I’m waitin’ for
Sunlight spills on the wooden floor
Records spin, but you play no more
The city's quiet, like our last call
I reach for you through this empty wall
All the jazz in the background
Can’t drown your name out
Sunday window, your shadow stays
Reflected in the glass like yesterdays
I close my eyes, but you're still there
In every chord, in every chair
Sunday window, it’s just me now
Talking to the light, I don't know how
You slipped away without a sound
But your melody still hangs around
Vinyl crackles like your laugh
Time rewinds but never lasts
I sip slow, just to stall the time
Pretend your voice is still in mine
Sunday window, the world feels slow
Like saxophones from long ago
You left the notes but not the tune
And now my heart plays you each afternoon
Sunday window, the sky turns gold
Memories in a frame I can’t hold
No need to run, no need to stay
You live in songs I play each day
“Mmm… I still hear you…”
