[Verse] Sunlight fades on this old red brick, Sunday clothes sway with the tired wind’s lick. Threads of hope in a whispered line, Hanging loose, like the hands of time. [Pre-Chorus] And I watch them dance, I reach but they slip away, Like a prayer undone, or a heart that won’t stay. [Chorus] Drying slow in the afternoon, Faded whites and whispered truths. Hold me close, don’t let me go, Like those Sunday clothes hanging low. Hold me close, don’t let me go, Like those Sunday clothes hanging low. [Verse] Every fold tells a story I can’t tell, Worn out seams that know me too well. The wind’s a song I can’t forget, Soft and rough, like my regret. [Pre-Chorus] And the sunlight’s edge, it burns and it clings, Like the hope in the heaviness, and the weight time brings. [Chorus] Drying slow in the afternoon, Faded whites and whispered truths. Hold me close, don’t let me go, Like those Sunday clothes hanging low. Hold me close, don’t let me go, Like those Sunday clothes hanging low. [Bridge] If I could fold you up and keep you safe tonight, If I could bring you back from shadows into light, I’d mend every tear, smooth the lines you hide, But I’m just these hands, and the love they can’t guide. [Chorus] Drying slow in the afternoon, Faded whites and whispered truths. Hold me close, don’t let me go, Like those Sunday clothes hanging low. Hold me close, don’t let me go, Like those Sunday clothes hanging low. [Outro] Sunday clothes hanging low... Sunday clothes, don’t let me go...