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 bring me back to you That someday it would bring 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 and I never want to leave... read more
