Sunday Morning (feat. Chris Weaver Band)

Barely the morning
I race the sun to your door
Those tired eyes trying to find mine
Makes me feel fine

You know how I can be
But I know you’re in it with me
I could just apologize for opening your eyes
But it’d only be a lie

I could be on a boat in the Caribbean sea
I could be anywhere that you’ve seen on TV
I could live in my life like I’m in a movie
I could do anything

But I’d, I’d

I’d rather be with you
Way too early
On a Sunday morning
A whole day to waste away
Lay your head on my chest
Our clock is not turning
On this Sunday morning

Tá com voz de sono
Foi mal se te acordei
Desliga e volte a dormir
Depois me ligue aqui

Poderia estar agora num espaço em um módulo lunar
Ó, que chato
E se eu tivesse agora velejando num barquinho no Caribe
Deus me livre

Poderia estar agora num hotel mil estrelas em Dubai
Mas eu, eu

Eu prefiro estar aqui
Te perturbando domingo de manhã
É que eu prefiro ouvir
Sua voz de sono domingo de manhã

I’d rather be with you
Way too early
On a Sunday morning
A whole day to waste away
Lay your head on my chest
Our clock is not turning
On this Sunday morning

Domingo de manhã