Sunday Morning

Sunday morning when all the birds fly
Leaves were falling we thought we heard them slide
Sunday's mourning for other days will come
Send a warning to all the birds that fly
So they will hide from their moment of decay

Loving you is freedom
It brightens up my soul
Love came right above us
You cast away the coldest night
You cast away the light

Lust and ache burnt inside this sun
Won't you stay will Monday make you go
Will Monday make me go
To carry on with every scar with every turn I take
I let us think we're strong
Till Monday lead you home

Loving you was freedom
It's burning down my soul
Love came right above us
You cast away the coldest night
You cast away the light

Lust and ache the ceiling filled with light
Now all the birds go by
Their wings they tie
For their moment of decay