domingo, 24 de maio de 2009

Sunday Morning


Sunday morning rain is falling

Steal some covers, share some skin

Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable

You twist to fit the mold that I am in

But things just get so crazy

Living life gets hard to do

And I would gladly hit the road

Get up and go if I knew

That someday it would lead me back to you

That someday it would lead me back to you

Someday..

That may be all I need

In darkness she is all I see

Come and rest your bones with me

Driving slow on Sunday morning

And I never want to leave.

Fingers trace your every outline

Paint a picture with my hands

And back and forth we sway

Like branches in a storm

Change of weather

Still together when it ends

That may be all I needIn darkness she is all I see

Come and rest your bones with me

Driving slow on Sunday morning

And I never want to leave.

But things just get so crazy

Living life gets hard to do

Sunday morning rain is falling

And I'm calling out to you

Singing someday it will bring me back to you

Find a way to bring myself back home to you


There's a flower in your hair

I'm a flower in your hair

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