It's half a mile, the asphalt to the placeWhere I run into youYou said I'm looking kind of tiredBut Sunday is a day for walkingAnd reading while your lover's talkingMoving on my feet between the carsSuicide on a sunny dayLet it slideSuicide on a sunny dayLet it slideMy jilted lover, she was mineShe could be for meShe runs like water through my handsAnd when the sun is shiningI can still hear her voiceI can still hear the devil whiningHe's always making other plansLike suicide on a sunny dayLet it slideSuicide on a sunny dayLet it slideLet it slide awayLet it slide awayAnd I don't mean to paint things blackBut when she's gone, she won't come backI don't mean to paint things blackBut when she's gone, she won't come back againSuicide on a sunny dayLet it slide awaySuicide on a sunny dayLet it slide awayLet it slide awaySuicide on a sunny daySuicide on a sunny daySuicide on a sunny daySuicide on a sunny daySuicide on a sunny daySuicide on a sunny daySuicide on a sunny daySuicide on a sunny daySuicide on a sunny daySuicide on a sunny day*