Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sunday Morning" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Sunday Morning" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Yeah
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
Well I never want to leave
Yeah, fingers trace your every outline, oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, ain't a picture with my hands, ohh!
And back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Yeah
Oh yeah
But things just get so crazy living
Life gets hard to do (life gets hard)
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you,
Yeah (Someday oh, someday oh)
Find a way to bring myself back home to you
You may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see (you are all I see)
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning, driving slow
Yeah, yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah
And a flower in your hair
I'm a flower in your hair
Ah, yeah, yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah