Sunday

We talked all night forgot the time
Your voice was calm like ocean tides
Pillow talk and lazy lights
You made the moment feel so right
Now it's late and
I should go I should go I should go
But my heart's still moving slow
I close my eyes but you're still there
Like sunlight hanging in the air
like Sunday Sunday
You're the kind I hate to end
like Sunday Sunday
The type I wish could always stay
You're the kind I miss to sleep
like Sunday Sunday
You're the kind I hate to end
like Sunday Sunday
The type I wish could always stay
You're the kind I miss to sleep
my Sunday
Room full of love
Room full of mood
Never get out of bed
to the next Sunday morning
while we're in this butter room
like Sunday, Sunday
You're the kind I hate to end
like Sunday Sunday
The type I wish could always stay
You're the kind I miss to sleep
my Sunday
my Sunday
my Sunday