太喜欢上尉诗人了，好多MV都是他一个人坐在钢琴前演奏，没有特别的装饰，却能让人渐渐着了迷，这就是他的魅力所在。
Sun On Sunday
James Blunt
A silent tear
An empty smile
So insincerely but so gently in denial
And me the thief
So selfishly
All the moments meant for you I made them mine.
How was I so blind to miss you crumbling inside
Is it too late now to fix you let me make it right
Cause there'll be no sun on Sunday
No reason for words to rhyme
Cause if you're bleeding
So am I.
A wishful look
A hesitate
You're hoping I will notice that you're not ok
And me the fool
You turn away
It's only then I feel the weight of my mistakes.
How was I so blind to miss you crumbling inside
Is it too late now to fix you let me make it right
Cause there'll be no sun on Sunday
No reason for words to rhyme
Cause if you're bleeding
So am I.
And if I cut you
If I bruise you
Then the scars are always mine
Cause I Love You
So to lose you
Would be worse than if I died.
How was I so blind to miss you crumbling inside
Is it too late now to fix you let me make it right
Cause there'll be no sun on Sunday
No reason for words to rhyme
Cause if you're bleeding
So am I.