Sunday Night
Some say it's exciting, but I don't know how that goes
They say sparks, they say flames, but I don't go to those shows
These are the things they say
But love doesn't feel that way
It feels like napping on a Sunday
It's just like going for a Sunday drive
It's like that feeling that you get at the table where you sit
Having dinner on a Sunday night
Sunday night
I say it's comfortable, spending time with my best friend
It doesn't have to be exciting, just spending time with him
It's not a hurdle or a drag race, it's not a danger or a harm
Why does my heart need to flutter, when relaxing in his arms
Here are the things I say
Oh, love should feel this way
It feels like napping on a Sunday
It's just like going for a Sunday drive
It's like that feeling that you get at the table where you sit
Having dinner on a Sunday night
You know I miss you when I'm scared
But I turn and see you standing there
I know I can't face life on my own
But in your arms I'm home
It feels like napping on a Sunday
It's just like going for a Sunday drive
It's like that feeling that you get at the table where you sit
Having dinner on a Sunday
It feels like napping on a Sunday
It's just like going for a Sunday drive
It's like that feeling that you get at the table where you sit
Having dinner on a Sunday night
They say sparks, they say flames, but I don't go to those shows
These are the things they say
But love doesn't feel that way
It feels like napping on a Sunday
It's just like going for a Sunday drive
It's like that feeling that you get at the table where you sit
Having dinner on a Sunday night
Sunday night
I say it's comfortable, spending time with my best friend
It doesn't have to be exciting, just spending time with him
It's not a hurdle or a drag race, it's not a danger or a harm
Why does my heart need to flutter, when relaxing in his arms
Here are the things I say
Oh, love should feel this way
It feels like napping on a Sunday
It's just like going for a Sunday drive
It's like that feeling that you get at the table where you sit
Having dinner on a Sunday night
You know I miss you when I'm scared
But I turn and see you standing there
I know I can't face life on my own
But in your arms I'm home
It feels like napping on a Sunday
It's just like going for a Sunday drive
It's like that feeling that you get at the table where you sit
Having dinner on a Sunday
It feels like napping on a Sunday
It's just like going for a Sunday drive
It's like that feeling that you get at the table where you sit
Having dinner on a Sunday night
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Broomhead
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