Sunday Mornings

I want to fall in love more than anything in this world
I want to know you better than I know myself
I want to kiss you on the sidewalk as the rain is pouring down
I want to hold you like I've never held anyone else

My arms will keep you safe from the cold, uncaring world
We'll talk until we laugh ourselves to sleep
I'll see your hazy morning eyes as they linger on my soul
Your love's a dream that I would never dare to keep

I want your Sunday mornings
Dance in the kitchen, socks on hardwood flooring
We'll turn the music up as loud as you want to
Give me your rainy autumns
In this state, I'd almost forgot 'em
No one can keep me warm quite like you

The way you slip your fingers into mine, I can't resist
You're poetry, there's nothing more to say
There are nightmares that surround me even when I'm wide awake
You're the remedy to keeping them at bay

I want your Sunday mornings
Dance in the kitchen, socks on hardwood flooring
We'll turn the music up as loud as you want to
Give me your rainy autumns
In this state, I'd almost forgot' em
No one can keep me warm quite like you
Show me your deepest hues
Your solid charcoal grays and your royal blues
Every color makes a walking art piece
I crave that angelic smile
That makes every star in your eyes go wild
Just looking into them puts me at ease

I want your Sunday mornings
Dance in the kitchen, socks on hardwood flooring
We'll leave the music on as long as you want to
Give me your rainy autumns
In this state, I'd almost forgot 'em
No one can keep me warm quite like you
Show me your deepest hues
Your solid charcoal grays and your royal blues
Every color makes a walking art piece
I crave that angelic smile
That makes every star in your eyes go wild
Just looking into them puts me at ease