Army Of Mice - Gloomy Sunday lyrics

Sunday is Gloomy, My hours are slumberless, Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you Gloomy Sunday! Sunday is gloomy with shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are said, I know, but let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go d**h is no dream, for in d**h I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming I was only dreaming I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart dear