Sad Sunday - Cæcilie Norby, Lars Danielsson

He showed up on a Saturday and shut the windows down

He just came in from the wild, he was nothing but a child

The bullets hit a beating heart of curiosity

And every heart just lost a beat, a beat in sympathy

We called upon the world to see our suffering and cries

We were up against the wall, yes, we felt up against the wall

His bullets hit the spoken word and words exploded soon

Created mass hysteria, just like in a cartoon

Fuel to the fire, salt in the wound

We face a sad sad Sunday, it’s a stormy afternoon

Fuel to the fire, situation’s getting worse

Someone’s gotta give, but who will be the first?

A single shadow in the night can torch a thousand lights

He was nothing but a child and he came in from the wild

The bullets hit the people’s heart with hate and bigotry

But forever our hearts will beat for love, for liberty

Fuel to the fire, salt in the wound

We face a sad sad Sunday, it’s a stormy afternoon

Fuel to the fire, situation’s getting worse

Someone’s gotta give, but who will be the first?

And we set fuel to the fire, salt in the wound

We face a sad sad Sunday, it’s a stormy afternoon

Fuel to the fire, situation’s getting worse

Someone’s gotta give, we got to be the first!