| Sunday morning, you wake up
|
| This might be the perfect day
|
| You turn to me and whisper
|
| And I agree to what you say
|
| In every little move we make
|
| In every single way we come together
|
| The spirit of your love’s so strong
|
| It’s bringing me down this time, this time
|
| Sunday morning
|
| We find ourselves fading from a photograph
|
| Well, you let the daylight in
|
| Now you wonder why this love won’t last
|
| In every little move we make
|
| In every single way we come together
|
| The spirit of your love’s so strong
|
| It’s bringing me down this time, this time
|
| (This time)
|
| Now this won’t hurt you
|
| Now this won’t make you feel so bad
|
| Now this won’t hurt you
|
| In every little move we make
|
| In every single way we come together
|
| The spirit of your love is so strong
|
| It’s bringing me down this time, this time, this time |