Sunday Morning

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 a 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 morning