Sunday Reverie Songtext
von Emma Tricca

Take your time (take your time)
Take my time (take your time)
And my
You just take your time

When the morning comes out bright
Giant before your eyes
Do you ever think of me?
How we used to be?
And the lady from upstairs
Likes that tune we used to sing
And that old Sunday paper
Swept by autumn of winds

And it′ll take all of your time
To find your way back home
It'll take all of your day
To find your way to the door


When children on the road
Play and laugh at you passing by
Do you ever think of me?
How we used to be
And the milk man stops again
We′d ask him all about your life
Do you still lean on your own?
On about your job

And it'll take all of your time
To find your way back home
It'll take all of your day
To find your way to the door

And the night comes down like a hook
Who finds you off-guard
Do you ever think of me?
How we used to be?
And the lights find its way
Through the window open wide
And that on Sunday, baby
Static at your feet

And it′ll take all of your time (take your time)
To find your way back home (take your time)
It′ll take all of your day (you just take your time)
To find your way to the door