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