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 the 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 morningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
