From the recording OPM & P-POP (Filipino/Tagalog Music)
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cartoons hum in the afternoon,
You’d nap beside me, tail in tune.
Toast and milk, the sunlight sways,
We had our tiny, perfect days.
[Verse 2]
You’d run beside my old red bike,
Through temple roads and fields alike.
The breeze would laugh, the sparrows call,
I swear you understood it all.
[Verse 3]
Cicada sing from the wooden gate,
Yakult bottles by the slate.
You sang beside that radio tone,
From vinyl dreams, the love songs shone.
[Chorus]
Sundays with you, the skies were wide,
Your paws kept rhythm by my side.
Now years have gone, the days are few,
But part of me stays there--with you.
[Bridge]
The summers fade, the laughter gone,
The streets still shine where we’d run on.
And though the city hums anew,
Some nights, I still remember you.
[Chorus]
Sundays are quiet, the mornings still,
But I can feel you with me still.
No need for words, no last adieu--
My heart still runs those streets with you.
[Outro]
Now every dusk, when breezes play,
I hear your paws from far away.
No tears remain, just quiet skie--
My Sunday friend, where memory lies.