歌手:Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox
专辑:《Fake Blues》

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
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
That may be all I need
In darkness, she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving home on Sunday morning
I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline, yeah
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather, still together in the end
That may be all I need
In darkness, she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving home on Sunday morning
I never want to leave
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
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
That may be all I need
In darkness, she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving home on Sunday morning
I never want to
Driving home on Sunday morning
I never want to
Driving home on Sunday morning
I never want to leave