Sunday Morning

Verse 1

You’re counting the speckled eggs in the wire basket

I’m just watching the way the porch light hits your sleeve

The grass is still damp enough to soak through my canvas shoes

But you haven’t noticed, and I’m not planning to leave.

Pre-Chorus

There’s a smudge of flour right beside your eyebrow

(mmh)

And the kettle’s whistling a low, steady blue

Every small thing feels like it’s waking up for the first time

Just because I’m standing here looking at you.

Chorus

It’s a Sunday morning kind of landslide

Everything green and pulling me back to life

We don’t need the big words or the heavy lifting

Just the sugar in the coffee and the way you look in my light.

Verse 2

The radio is playing something old and slightly out of tune

You’re humming along while you push the curtains wide

There’s a yellow ribbon tangled in the kitchen chair

And a whole lot of nothing we need to do outside.

Pre-Chorus

There’s a smudge of flour right beside your eyebrow

(uh-huh)

And the kettle’s whistling a low, steady blue

Every small thing feels like it’s waking up for the first time

Just because I’m standing here looking at you.

Chorus

It’s a Sunday morning kind of landslide

Everything green and pulling me back to life

We don’t need the big words or the heavy lifting

Just the sugar in the coffee and the way you look in my light.

Bridge

Maybe it’s the season, maybe it’s the way the air changed

(yeah)

But I’m finding new corners of this house to love

Like the crack in the window and the dirt on the floorboards

It’s more than enough. It’s more than enough.

Outro

Keep the basket. Keep the morning.

(mmh, just stay right there)