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 lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

 [bad word] 
That may be all I need
In darkness, she is all I see [bad word] and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather, still together when it ends

 [bad word] 

That may be all I need
In darkness, she is all I see [bad word] and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leaveou