Those worn-out words

Even those worn-out words, “I love you”, take on a wonderful new meaning

When I use them to express my love for you; they’re words for you only

In a sunny spot on Sunday, it’s an ordinary Sunday like any other

I quietly pray that this lasts forever…and you keep chatting

What do you like so much about me? That’s a hard question you’ve just asked

So for now I’ll stop watching the movie we’ve rented and just gaze at you

I love your fully blooming smile, even seeing it every day isn’t enough

And that’s without even mentioning that amazing body that looks good no matter what you wear

And that’s just your looks, what about the important things inside you?

You don’t back down when you’re pissed off and even snorting really annoys you

But there’s so, so, so much more than that

I can’t really describe it properly

I don’t think you need a reason to fall in love

That part’s a mystery to me, so please forgive me

Even those worn-out words, “I love you”, take on a wonderful new meaning

When I use them to express my love for you; they’re words for you only

In a sunny spot on Sunday, it’s an ordinary Sunday like any other

The more of this ordinary time that passes, the more comfortable we feel together

You pretend to be strong, so the fleeting tears you show occasionally are a white flag

When we don’t say anything, it’s exactly that that keeps me from looking away

Sadness and pain

Of course life brings all kinds of things like that

But just your casual “Hang in there” gives me strength

Whenever your little back trembles I hold you right away

Even if the scenery we can see from the window changes

Be by my side, terrible sleeping habits and all

Even those worn-out words, “I hate you”, mean the opposite to me

If it’s you saying them when you’re sulking, they’re words for me only

In a sunny spot on Sunday, it’s an ordinary Sunday like any other

I’ll say it one more time: I love you, all the time

It’s a Sunday like any other

It’s an ordinary Sunday

But it’s a special Sunday