In My Head
Morning something about the way you look in the morning
Throw away all of your plans they're no longer important
Just for a moment you're mine you're mine
Softly the sun breaks through the windows of you're daydreams
And suddenly I feel as though I am finally lucky
That I can call you mine you're mine
Flowers on a Sunday
Breakfast lying in my bed
Seems the grass is always greener
On this side of the fence
Written notes that say I miss you
Left outside on my doorstep
Got nothing to do lately but think of you in my head
Lately it's hard to tell where to go if you're not there to guide me
And fighting with you always ends when we finish the whiskey
Feel like I'm close to you
Can't sleep used to you laying by my side taking up all the bedsheets
And God know I would never ever let you slip between my fingers no
Think I'm falling all over again again
Flowers on a Sunday
Breakfast lying in my bed
Seems the grass is always greener
On this side of the fence
Written notes that say I miss you
Left outside on my doorstep
Got nothing to do lately but think of you in my head
On a Sunday lying in my bed
Always greener on this side of the fence
Written notes that say I miss you
Left outside on my doorstep
Got nothing to do lately but think of you in my head
Throw away all of your plans they're no longer important
Just for a moment you're mine you're mine
Softly the sun breaks through the windows of you're daydreams
And suddenly I feel as though I am finally lucky
That I can call you mine you're mine
Flowers on a Sunday
Breakfast lying in my bed
Seems the grass is always greener
On this side of the fence
Written notes that say I miss you
Left outside on my doorstep
Got nothing to do lately but think of you in my head
Lately it's hard to tell where to go if you're not there to guide me
And fighting with you always ends when we finish the whiskey
Feel like I'm close to you
Can't sleep used to you laying by my side taking up all the bedsheets
And God know I would never ever let you slip between my fingers no
Think I'm falling all over again again
Flowers on a Sunday
Breakfast lying in my bed
Seems the grass is always greener
On this side of the fence
Written notes that say I miss you
Left outside on my doorstep
Got nothing to do lately but think of you in my head
On a Sunday lying in my bed
Always greener on this side of the fence
Written notes that say I miss you
Left outside on my doorstep
Got nothing to do lately but think of you in my head
Credits
Writer(s): Lucy Frost
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