Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning Lyrics

Let's pretend it's a sunday morning
We'll go out, feeding pigeons
I'll take you on hands till the bridge though
I can tell that you won't listen to my words
To my words
I'm saying
All the ships are stuck in a harbour
As the river is full of flowers, my love

Let's go out, let's go out it's sunday
All the cinemas open till midnight
Oh, this life seems such a funny game
While the water turns into wine
Priest will bless and promise us heaven
I can tell that you don't listen to my words
To my words
I'm saying

What a day, what a day is invented
Sorry days like these can't be rented
What a chance, what a chance is given
And I would be a fool
If I didn't try
Oh, it's alright, it's alright, it's sunday
We'll go out taking pictures
We can put them in frames to remember
Of how life seems such a funny game
Still the water turn into wine
I can tell - you won't listen to my words
To my words
I'm saying

All the time there's a world between us
All the time between love and venus

What a day, what a day is invented
Sorry days like these can't be rented

What a day, what a day is invented
Sorry days like these can't be rented
What a chance, what a chance is given
And I would be a fool
If I didn't try

Let's pretend it's a sunday morning
Let's pretend it's a sunday morning
Let's pretend it's a sunday morning
Let's pretend it's a sunday morning