Edvard Munch, Ashes, Oil on Canvas

To be quite frank, I really do not know the reason why I decided to post the lyrics of Andrew Lloyd Webber's song "Tell Me on A Sunday, Please." I guess I feel a bit heartbroken, but for whom I can't say. Maybe for that unreachable girl.

Tell Me on A Sunday, Please

Don't try to let up when you want to leave
Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment
I'd like to choose how I hear the news
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday, please.

Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
I know the way we should spend that day
Take me to a zoo that's got chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday, please.

Don't want to know who's to blame
It won't help knowing
Don't want to fight day and night
Bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday, please.