The ice was heavy glass, and we nearly broke our thumbs.
Aching hands in pockets made it difficult to run.

When we finally got inside, you ate an apple by the stove.
Through frozen lips you said, �we maybe shoulda drove.�

What we waited for never came.
Just an unrelenting song with a loud refrain.

There was something in your voice, and you turned to me and stared.
Then you said the one thing and I was completely unprepared.
So you can’t go home again, though it took awhile to know.
There’s a burning apple core, a cardinal in the snow.

What we waited for never came.
Just an unrelenting song with a loud refrain.

Cold sun, car runs.
January.
Dressed up, so what.
Sunday morning.


Lyrics submitted by SaraJean

Sunday After Sunday song meanings
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