Sunday Morning Lyrics – Adam Tell

Light and sound come gently in
Sunday morning now begins
Bookmark dreams on the pillow ‘til tomorrow
Footsteps creaking down the stairs

Coffee wafting in the air
Leave a cup on the nightstand, make it seem unplanned
Drifting in and out ‘til she comes around
And says, “Hey you, what time is it?”

There’s no hurry to get out of bed
It might be the middle of the afternoon
There’s no meaning in the word ‘soon’ today
Many more will come to pass

And they will go by just as fast
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Adam Tell Lyrics – Sunday Morning

Adam Tell

Sunday Morning