[Verse] The clock ticks loud but the room stays still Shadows stretch across the windowsill A coffee cup sits cold and alone This house don’t feel like home [Chorus] It’s a forgotten Sunday Left behind like yesterday No bells no calls no parade Just a quiet kind of fade [Verse 2] The street’s asleep not a car in sight Even the sun feels tired of its light A newspaper curls on the neighbor’s lawn Like a story already gone [Prechorus] Was it ever here Or just disappeared [Chorus] It’s a forgotten Sunday Left behind like yesterday No bells no calls no parade Just a quiet kind of fade [Bridge] And if the world’s a page we’re turning Why do some days stay burning Like ghosts with no goodbyes Still lingering in the sky