Lyrics: This Condition. Sunday.

Take your hands out of your pockets, let them into air,
Take a quiet look around you, see who's standing there,
Could it be fate that put you, right next to them right now?
Or are we all just strangers lost in a foreign crowd?

And we're closing in on Sunday and facing a war,
In moving away from the scene and gentle air,
And I have loved you, and I have been there too,
And that will never change, there's nothing you can do.

And our heavy hearts and photos are all we have to show,
And these solemn interjections of love are all we know

Do you believe me?
I'm trying to prove this, now,
Do you believe me?
I just want to move us.

Could it be fate that put you, right next to me right now?
Or are we both just strangers, lost in this foreign crowd?
Here we go!

(In moments of weakness and pain
Or times of glory and strength,
We can all rise above
Knowing we've got friends by our side.

We just gotta have faith;
You just gotta be who you are.

We can do this.
I believe it... Do you?)

Let him go,
I'm trying to prove this,
Let him go, oh.

Do you believe me?
I'm trying to prove this,
Do you believe me, now?
I just want to move us.

And, we're closing in on Sunday and facing a war,
In moving away from the scene and gentle air,
And I have loved you, and I have been there too,
And that will never change, there's nothing you could do


(Thanks to Christine C for these lyrics)