All My Sundays

Your lashes catch the light From the window through the blinds And I, I forget it all I've found peace of mind Knowing love is mine I, I can feel it all How did you know that I need holding on to too tight? I feel myself grow young again I'll stay here I'll lay near Let weeks turn to years Wrapped in your arms I see all my Sundays In your eyes How sweet to be desired Cheek pressed to your chest I'm forsaking all the rest Just to breathe with you in time I'll take the blue with green Colours so serene That first let me play with the fire Stories I'm told made me scared of growing old But I don't mind so much now I'm yours So I'll stay here I'll lay near Let weeks turn to years Wrapped in your arms I see all my Sundays In your eyes How sweet to be desired How sweet to be desired How sweet to be desired