An intimate Sunday morning with a couple in love
In the morning when I wake, and the sun is coming through
Oh you will fill my lungs with sweetness, and you fill my head with you
Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down?
Oh, you fill my head with pieces of a song I can’t get out
Oh, you fill my head with pieces of a song I can’t get out
Can I be close to you?
Can I take it to a morning, where the fields are painted gold
And the trees are filled with memories of the feelings never told
And the trees are filled with memories of the feelings never told
When the evening pulls the sun down, and the day is almost through
Oh, the whole world it is sleeping, but my world is you
Oh, the whole world it is sleeping, but my world is you
Can I be close to you
The Paper Kites xo