Sunday People
Sam Moss
[Verse 1]
Above all the din
Of these reckless Sunday people
You spoke loudly in my ear
In a melody so gentle
[Verse 2]
Was a timbre I had known
And not so well forgotten
The space it made, less house than home
With warmth and cracklin' of the autumn
[Verse 3]
Brought back to the picture
Like blinkin', wakin' up
I turn from you to cry
Someone please wish me good luck
[Instrumental Break]
[Outro]
Brought back to the picture
Like blinkin', wakin' up
I turn from you to cry
Someone please wish me good luck
