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Heavy night it was a heavy night
Feels like we come back from the dead
Heavy night it was a heavy night
I cannot remember what I said to anyone
If we get up now we can catch the afternoon
Watch the under 15s playing football in the park
Let's sit in St. Leonard's in this alcoholic day
We're doing the best with what we've got
I love you in the morning ,
When you're still hung-over
I love you in the morning,
When you're still strung out,
I love you in the morning,
I would cry all week and so do you
We discern to let us sleep
Let all the droughts creep in to reach for this life
There might be white to smatter you in
That have the right answers
That we British forget
About those north eastern gaps
I love you in the morning ,
When you're still hung-over
I love you in the morning,
When you're still strung out,
I love you in the morning,
With you I am cut from a pearl in your oyster
Head on my chest a silent smile, a private kind of happiness
You see giant proclamations are all very well
But our love is louder than words
Feels like we come back from the dead
Heavy night it was a heavy night
I cannot remember what I said to anyone
If we get up now we can catch the afternoon
Watch the under 15s playing football in the park
Let's sit in St. Leonard's in this alcoholic day
We're doing the best with what we've got
I love you in the morning ,
When you're still hung-over
I love you in the morning,
When you're still strung out,
I love you in the morning,
I would cry all week and so do you
We discern to let us sleep
Let all the droughts creep in to reach for this life
There might be white to smatter you in
That have the right answers
That we British forget
About those north eastern gaps
I love you in the morning ,
When you're still hung-over
I love you in the morning,
When you're still strung out,
I love you in the morning,
With you I am cut from a pearl in your oyster
Head on my chest a silent smile, a private kind of happiness
You see giant proclamations are all very well
But our love is louder than words
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Sunday is a perfect example; a song about couple who are stuck in rut where they "work hard all week", then binge drink away their weekends without ever really giving much regard to anything greater than this basic routine. Yet despite the bleakness of this situation they have found true happiness, comfort and solace in each other’s company, regardless of their short comings.
I love how the lyrics and the instruments intertwine and reveal the same message. "But our love is louder that words" after that sentence a beautiful guitar solo breaks out which to me is clear that represents the love. Words are not enough to explain what he's feeling, the divine guitar solo is.
This song has a special place is my heart and the lyrics get me every time i hear them.
"When I'm with you, I am calm.
A pearl in your oyster.
Head on my chest, a silent smile
A private kind of happiness."
I like to think that after they'd watched the football in the park they went to Nando's and ate loads of chicken. Being hungover aint so bad.
Sunday, the day itself, has such a distinct feeling to me. It's a lazy day, you wake up and the memories and drinks and feelings and city and lights and people of the night before hit you. The fun is behind you and it's pretty lonely."It was a heavy night."
My favorite Sundays have been dragging myself out of bed for late lunch with friends, tons of greasy food and recounting stories from the night before, laughing, all of us in sweatpants and no makeup. Then doing something lazy, taking the day slow, like in the song, going to the park or just hanging out.
But I heard this song on a Sunday once, and it hit me, how nice it would be to wake up on a Sunday next to someone you love, spending the whole slow lazy day with them, a simple small part of love we overlook. People, myself included, look back on love and remember anniversaries and valentines day but not the Sundays. Just waking up with someone, looking in their eyes, "head on my chest, a silent smile, a private kind of happiness " even if you aren't perfect, even if there are more beautiful girls, just doing your best together.
Whoever wrote this song knows about love, past the stages of lust, but at the point when you just smile hearing their name, when you're totally comfortable with them, and open to them in the most intimate Sunday morning way..