Jarle Bernhoft “Sunday“ Live at Bauhaus 2011

This tiny flat is too big without her I’ve got no life in here when she’s not around anymore it’s Sunday evening and the rain is pouring I talked to the streets but they tell me nothing tonight Tonight She just had to leave And she could not tell me why Something about a place she had to go on her own She just had to leave And I’m no one to tell her how To live her life with ghosts I don’t believe in Oooh I’m worried sick, can’t even think of sleeping And I gotta head out to find where she’s hiding She could be anywhere, this whole city’s her home I pray this town loves her just as much as I do Oooh, and then the fear hits me, she might be all alone And cold or even worse being with someone she don’t know Tonight She just had to leave And she could not tell me why Something about a place she had to go on her own She just had to leave And I’m no one to tell her how To live her life with ghosts I don’t believe in And if I find her I don’t even know what I’ll see She’s never let me in on that Her very self is so connected with the places she’s in It changes so much in time and space She just had to leave And she could not tell me why Something about a place she had to go on her own She just had to leave And there’s no one to tell her how To stand up straight to the things that are wrong And the right way because they are breaking her down You’ve got to stand up straight, Pray for deliverance, hope she’s ok Dance with coincidence And know what she is on Smile and let her go