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2:19
Words
Verse 1
You wake up ninety minutes after me
And the whole flat waits, the kettle waits, I wait
You come out squinting like the day insulted you
Hair one direction, socks two different greens
I used to be a person with a plan by nine
Now I am a person who waits for a door to open
Pre-Chorus
No occasion, nothing broken, nothing owed
I just wanted to write this down somewhere
Chorus
You're a slow Sunday person and you made me one too
Coffee going cold while you tell me a dream
I don't need the beach, I don't need the plane
I need the second cup and the rest of the morning
Verse 2
You fix things badly and you fix them anyway
The shelf still leans and I am keeping the shelf
You call your mother every single evening
That told me more than anything you said to me
When my hands shake you never ask me why
You put yours over mine and you just wait
Chorus
You're a slow Sunday person and you made me one too
Coffee going cold while you tell me a dream
I don't need the beach, I don't need the plane
I need the second cup and the rest of the morning
Bridge
I am not good at this, saying it out loud
So it is a song, so you cannot interrupt
Play it in the car, play it in the kitchen
Then come back to bed, it is still early
Outro
Slow Sunday person, stay slow
The morning is not going anywhere
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