Woke up this morning to look at things in their funny way.
Why can’t they be like they used to be only yesterday.
Ooh — bring back my sunshine day.
I look at things that once were mine with such despair.
Why do the things i say only fall on empty air?
Ooh — bring back my sunshine day.
My mind cries: bring back my sunshine day.
I say the things i used to say, but they don’t seem right.
Why does this world seem like the darkest endless night?
Ooh — bring back my sunshine day.
Bring back my sunshine day.
