Coming down to face the dawning
Coming round to the rise and shine
Place your hand
On my forehead
move your body
close up next to mine
Spinning round to face her yawning
Spinning round to her smiling eyes
Small talk words
Better left unsaid
Keep your worries
Locked away with mine
She plays sad songs
on Sunday mornings
She drifts off
In and out her mind
She plays sad songs
on Sunday mornings
She says come on
It\'s gonna be alright.