On a Sunday morning kiss the back of your neck
As early light floods in
My clothes are folded on the floor in a pile next to yours
On a Sunday morning kiss the back of your neck
Coffee in bed
Slow dancing in your room, just like heaven with you
Let your contacts dry out in sleep
Lay with me
On a Sunday morning kiss the back of your neck
We overslept again
Bedbound for the afternoon
And your make-up reflects all the hours spent
By your white, 8-drawer cabinet
With me laid on your bed