| 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 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. | |
| Yeah, ooooohhh yeah! | |
| 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 | |
| You may not know | |
| 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 | |
| Driving slow, yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
| Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
| Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
| There's a flower in your hair | |
| I'm a flower in your hair | |
| Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
| Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah | |
| Whoa, yeah |
domingo, 25 de outubro de 2009
Letra - Sunday Morning
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