Little Movies

Watch the day unfolding in little movies
With silver tears that sparkle from my eyes
I catch myself and turn to toughen up
But it hurts too much to try
Watching my reflection in the window
In the afternoon gold beaming sun
One more seat fades out in black in white still another has begun
But you don’t know i have seen the ending
Still i can not look away
Don’t you know all of this pretending
Is just a little movie that we play
You could play a tune for all your troubles
And i will help remind you of the words
Angels born in hell will sing our praises
Like this broken song deserves
Sunday sun please take me down
I want to hear that lonesome sound