Sunday Morning

There was a time in my life when I was not afraid to love you.

Was not afraid to give my all to you.

Was not afraid you see my weakness.

Was not afraid to show how much I care.

 

And now I know.

Now that I’ve lived a bit, I know, I know…

My love can’t be denied,

it has no escape.

You know? You know.

After all these years,

I look back at you and see…

I see your heart.

You’ve put the pieces back,

it has a new shape. 

The shape of my Sunday morning.

 

You had always been a sage that knew which string to pull.

Kept on playing like it’s instrument.

Mercilessly, kept on playing.

Thought my affection was your merit.

 

But now you know. 

Now that you’ve lived a bit, you know, you know…

My love can’t be denied,

it has no escape.

You know? You know.

After all these years,

I look back at you and see…

I see your heart.

You’ve put the pieces back,

it has a new shape. 

The shape of my Sunday morning.

 

Sunday morning.

You were awake listening to the silence.

You are awake listening to the silence.