Sunday in Strands

(mmmmm-mmm) Golden beams

filter through the blinds

We're tangled in a quiet state of mind

Sunday morning

holds us in its hand

No need to speak,

no need to plan

Lost in the sheets of cotton white

Chasing the remains of last night

I'm falling deep inside your gaze

In this beautiful Sunday morning haze

(oh, so sweet)

Your eyes are poetry in motion

An endless, mesmerizing ocean

We wrap the blankets like a shield

To keep the outside world concealed

Minutes fade to hours here

Every worry disappears

Just you,

just me

Bound by what we see

Lost in the sheets of cotton white

Chasing the remains of last night

I'm falling deep inside your gaze

In this beautiful Sunday morning haze (stay right here)

Just stay... Under the Sunday morning sun (mmmmm)