set out to find her shoes and take care of me she wears the same old blues but now happily on sundays she wakes me up to make sure it's me on sundays I write the best songs backwards to keep her with me
if i try too hard she might worry that she can't see me anymore
some nights we stay awake and make coffee stains we paper up the walls and pencil in our names on sundays she wakes me up to make sure it's me on sundays I write the best songs backwards to keep her with me
if this house is warm then i fell asleep again the day's half-gone again