Lyrics Empty Sunday - Françoise Hardy

Empty Sunday

Walked through the streets on my own
Empty Sunday at dawn
Six o’clock and you’ve gone
Grey little square in the town
Empty Sunday alone
Without you, where is home?
I see your face
I see your smile
I see in the eyes that used to cry
I see the lips I used to kiss
I can’t forget
See you standing all alone
I see the things that I did wrong
I see I didn’t try enough to give you love
Coat on the bench in the park
Empty Sunday is here
Empty day, empty year
I see your face
I see your smile
I see in the eyes that used to cry
I see the lips I used to kiss
I can’t forget
See you standing all alone
I see the things that I did wrong
I see I didn’t try enough to give you love