[Short Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] I drove back down on Sunday After twenty years away The houses had new windows And the trees had lost their shape The corner shop was something else The school had been knocked down And somebody had painted The old church in a brighter brown [Verse 2] Our garden had a driveway Where the roses used to grow The neighbour's house was taller And I didn't know the road I stood outside the front door With a key I couldn't use And wondered why I still remembered Every room I thought I'd lose [Chorus] But the house on Sunday Street Still had one room for me The wallpaper was peeling The floorboards still creaked Everything had changed Everything had gone Except the little room upstairs Where my childhood carried on [Verse 3] There was my wooden bedroom With the marks beside the bed The height my mother measured In pencil over my head A faded paper moon hung Above the window frame And underneath it, in my handwriting Was a date without a name [Pre-Chorus] I put my hand against the wall And heard the house breathe low For a moment I was eight years old And didn't want to go [Chorus] Oh, the house on Sunday Street Still had one room for me The wallpaper was peeling The floorboards still creaked Everything had changed Everything had gone Except the little room upstairs Where my childhood carried on [Bridge] I found a box beneath the bed With ribbons, stones and photographs A birthday card from someone Whose name I couldn't bring back And there beside the window Was the dress I wore that year My mother must have saved it Because she knew I'd disappear [Instrumental Interlude] [Final Verse] I left before the sunset And locked the door behind The new owners never noticed What they had left behind I took the little paper moon And held it to my chest Some things don't belong to houses They belong to who you were [Final Chorus] Now the house on Sunday Street Is only wood and stone But there's one room inside of me That I've never left alone Everything has changed Everything moves on But the little girl upstairs Is still waiting when I'm gone [Outro] Sunday came and Sunday went The street forgot my name But somewhere in that little room I am eight years old again
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