This song reminds me of that dreaming. Everyone likes a Sunday morning. One fantasy I have is that I own a rent controlled apartment in Greenwich village, New York. Sunday morning I wake up as the sun blazes in through the tall floor to ceiling windows the light splashes across the wood floors. I sit down to write a few more paragraphs in my burgeoning novel, while my shiny expresso machine grinds and foams a large head on a 2 shot cappaccino. Then I scurry across the floor barefoot and put this cd on letting the music fill my apartment and my head as I get a self fulfilling buzz courtesy of South Africa. I then head out into the most beautiful day I ever seen, the sky couldn't get any bluer or the clouds any fluffier, making me believe that their may be a god after all, and down to the local bakery. To pick up some delicious French pastries you know the kind, flaky, moist, filled with some exotic jelly or cream cheese whatever your preference. I buy some triple cream French cheese :) and a large baguette right out of the oven for a late lunch. Back down the street passing lovers laughing and people walking their dogs. Passing vendors selling their rainbow colored impressionist paintings of the city in their own personal fantasy. As I pass we smile at each other happy that it's 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
(Chorus)
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
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(Verse 2)
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends
(Chorus)
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
(Bridge)
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 sunday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you
And you may not know
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
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 sometimes want to leave.
Yeah, yeah,... flower in your hair...
Till copyright comes to get me