Sunday Morning Songtext
von Hailey Tuck
Sunday Morning Songtext
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
And 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′d gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday, it would lead me back to you
Find a way to get myself back home to you
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
My fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
And back and forth, we sway like branches in a storm
Change of weather, still together when it ends
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
And I'd gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday, it would lead me back to you
Find a way to get myself back home to you
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, someday it would lead me back to you
Find a way to get myself back home to you
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
Steal some covers, share some skin
And 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′d gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday, it would lead me back to you
Find a way to get myself back home to you
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
My fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
And back and forth, we sway like branches in a storm
Change of weather, still together when it ends
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
And I'd gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday, it would lead me back to you
Find a way to get myself back home to you
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, someday it would lead me back to you
Find a way to get myself back home to you
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
Writer(s): Adam Noah Levine, Michael Allen Madden, James B. Valentine, Ryan Michael Dusick, Jesse Royal Carmichael Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com