Angelicbride - The Sundays We Never Had

Описание: The Sundays We Never Had is a slow gothic rock / melodic doom duet about grieving a love and life that never happened.
Deep baritone male vocals and emotional soprano female vocals alternate and share the lead, creating an intimate, haunting dialogue.
Slow tempo, heavy atmosphere, and gothic textures carry the sorrow and longing.

Lyrics written by me. Music generated with Suno AI.

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📜 Lyrics are below, right after this description


The Sundays We Never Had


I woke up early just to listen to the rain,
Tracing patterns on the cold window pane.
I imagined you there, sleeping by my side,
In a quiet world where we had nothing left to hide.
I caught myself reaching for a hand that isn’t there,
Looking for the gray strands in your dark brown hair.

And it’s strange, so strange, to feel this kind of pain
To miss the sun in a sky that’s only known the rain.
I don't miss the kisses or the way we used to touch
I miss the years we promised, that never meant as much.
Yeah, I’m grieving for the memories we never got to make
I miss the life we didn’t build... and the heart you didn't break.

I miss the arguments we never got to scream,
I miss the comfort of a bed we never shared.
I miss the rhythm of a life we didn't start,
I miss the secrets that remain inside your heart.
It’s a phantom limb, an ache in empty space
I’m jealous of a timeline that vanished without a trace.

And it’s strange, so strange, to feel this kind of pain
To miss the sun in a sky that’s only known the rain.
I don't miss the kisses or the way we used to touch
I miss the years we promised, that never meant as much.
Yeah, I’m grieving for the memories we never got to make
I miss the life we didn’t build... and the heart you didn't break.

They say you can’t lose what you never really held
But the blueprint was drawn, the story was spelled.
We were a book with the last pages torn
I’m mourning a love that was never even born.

And it’s strange, so strange, to feel this kind of pain
To miss the sun in a sky that’s only known the rain.
I don't miss the kisses or the way we used to touch
I miss the years we promised, that never meant as much.
Yeah, I’m grieving for the memories we never got to make
I miss the life we didn’t build... and the heart you didn't break.

I miss the silence.
I miss the noise.
I miss the us... that was just a choice.
Just a choice we didn't make.