Sunday Morning
Flyinâ away
Oh donât you hesitate
What you leave behind can wait
Itâs the freedom in your heart
That speaks to you in dreams
Life isnât always what it seems
Then in the sunrise
The light right before the dawn
The moment of truth and the light
>From behind the mountain sun
That takes me beyond
To find my kingdom
Iâm givinâ up Sunday Morning
For somethinâ in-between
Givinâ up my tomorrow
For what tomorrow brings
Waitinâ âtil the tide is low
To find the things
That were lost along the way...
Then in the valleys
Oh of the widest ravine
The places you fall you decide
You would climb the walls tonight
And itâs what youâve done before
But you deserve so much more
Iâm givinâ up Sunday Morning
For somethinâ in between
Givinâ up my tomorrow
For what my lover brings
Waitinâ âtil the tide is low
To find the things
That I lost along the way...
And all my life
I have been strong
I wannaâ be carried,
I wannaâ belong
And all my hopes,
All of my fears
Theyâre talkinâ to me,
What do they see?
Givinâ up Sunday Morning
For somethinâ in between
Given up my tomorrow
For what tomorrow brings
Waitinâ âtil the tide is low
To find the things
That were lost along the way...
Oh donât you hesitate
What you leave behind can wait
Itâs the freedom in your heart
That speaks to you in dreams
Life isnât always what it seems
Then in the sunrise
The light right before the dawn
The moment of truth and the light
>From behind the mountain sun
That takes me beyond
To find my kingdom
Iâm givinâ up Sunday Morning
For somethinâ in-between
Givinâ up my tomorrow
For what tomorrow brings
Waitinâ âtil the tide is low
To find the things
That were lost along the way...
Then in the valleys
Oh of the widest ravine
The places you fall you decide
You would climb the walls tonight
And itâs what youâve done before
But you deserve so much more
Iâm givinâ up Sunday Morning
For somethinâ in between
Givinâ up my tomorrow
For what my lover brings
Waitinâ âtil the tide is low
To find the things
That I lost along the way...
And all my life
I have been strong
I wannaâ be carried,
I wannaâ belong
And all my hopes,
All of my fears
Theyâre talkinâ to me,
What do they see?
Givinâ up Sunday Morning
For somethinâ in between
Given up my tomorrow
For what tomorrow brings
Waitinâ âtil the tide is low
To find the things
That were lost along the way...
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Writer(s): John Davies Cale, Lou A. Reed
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