Sunday hangs in quiet clothes
Dusty light on tired toes
Nothing’s urgent, nothing’s wrong
Even clocks forget their song
Time lays down its heavy crown
Sunday window light
Makes the wrong days right
Stays a little longer
Till the heart feels stronger
Old newspapers, cold regrets
All forgiven, nothing said
Breathing slow like we belong
Inside this gentle song
If the week comes knocking loud
I won’t answer now
Sunday window light
Makes the wrong days right
Stays a little longer
Till the heart feels stronger
Sunday window light
Soft and warm and wide
Let me live inside
Just one more time
Mmm… Sunday light