Sunday Morning

You make coffee far too strong

I pretend that something’s wrong

Just so you can make me laugh Then kiss me when I

turn my back

Nothing here is complicated

Nothing has to be explained

I want a Sunday morning With your shoes beside my door Your

voice from down the hallway And your jacket on the floor If

this is what forever is

I don’t need anything more

We don’t photograph the moments

When the room is barely golden

When we’re arguing about nothing

Then we’re laughing at the something

If the world gets loud outside Come sit with me awhile

We don’t have to solve it

We can just stay here

I want a Sunday morning With your shoes beside my door

Your voice from down the hallway And your jacket on the floor

If this is what forever is I don’t need anything more

(ooh,

yeah)

We don't need anything more