Sunday Morning

Let's pretend it's a sunday morning,
We'll go out, feeding pigeons.
I'll take you on hands till the bridge,
Though I can tell,
You won't listen to my words, to my words
I'm saying.
All the ships are stuck in a harbour,
As the river is full of flowers, my love.

Let's go out, let's go out, it's sunday,
All the cinemas open till midnight.
Oh, this life seems such a funny game...
While the water turns into wine,
Priests will bless and promise us heaven.
I can tell
You don't listen to my words, to my words
I'm saying

What a day, what a day is invented,
Sorry, days like these can't be rented.
What a chance, what a chance is given,
And I would be a fool, if I didn't try.

Oh, it's all right, it's all right it's sunday.
We'll go out taking pictures,
We can put them in frames to remember,
Of how life seems such a funny game.
Still the water turns into wine,
I can tell,
You won't listen to my words, to my words
I'm saying.

All the time there's a world between us,
All the time between love and venus.

What a day, what a day is invented,
Wish a day like this could be rented.

What a day, what a day is invented.
Sorry, days like these can't be rented.
What a chance, what a chance is given,
And i would be a fool if I didn't try.

Let's pretend it's a sunday morning.