I wish that I could find a way
To trace us back to the night before
But my mind can say no more
Our strange autobiography
Through the photos on your phone
But you always leave at dawn.

This is our first Sunday morning together
And I don't know if it's the beginning or the end.

Oh this is not the only time
That we spend the night like this
Ignorance is bliss
Now you won't even shoot a glance
Will there be another chance
To meet each other's souls.

This is our first Sunday morning together
And I don't know if it's the beginning or the end.