I wish that I could find a way To trace us back to the night before But my mind can say no more Our strange autobiography Through the photos on your phone But you always leave at dawn.
This is our first Sunday morning together And I don't know if it's the beginning or the end.
Oh this is not the only time That we spend the night like this Ignorance is bliss Now you won't even shoot a glance Will there be another chance To meet each other's souls.
This is our first Sunday morning together And I don't know if it's the beginning or the end.