Sunday Morning
Adam Tell
[Verse 1]
Light and sound come gently in
Sunday morning now begins
Bookmark dreams on the pillow for tomorrow
Footsteps creaking down the stairs
Coffee wafting in the air
Leave a cup on the nightstand, make it seem unplanned
[Verse 2]
Drifting in and out ‘til she comes around
And says, “Hey you, what time is it?”
There’s no hurry to get out of bed
It might be the middle of the afternoon
There’s no meaning in the word ‘soon’ today
[Outro]
Many more will come to pass
And they will go by just as fast
