Sunday Morning (Maroon 5)
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
And 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 slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends
Chorus
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you
May not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
Driving slow
Oh, yeah, yeah...
There is a flower in your hair.
I'm a flower in your hair.
Oh, yeah, yeah, oh
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
And 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 slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends
Chorus
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you
May not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
Driving slow
Oh, yeah, yeah...
There is a flower in your hair.
I'm a flower in your hair.
Oh, yeah, yeah, oh
Domingo por la mañana (Maroon 5)
Domingo por la mañana, la lluvia está cayendo
Roba un poco del edredón, comparte algo de piel
Las nubes nos cubren en momentos inolvidables
Tú te giras para adaptarte al molde en el que estoy
Pero las cosas se vuelven tan locas, vivir la vida se hace difícil
Y con gusto cogería la carretera, me levantaría y me iría si supiera
Que un día me llevaría de vuelta a ti
Que un día me llevaría de vuelta a ti
Eso puede ser todo lo que
necesito
Ella es todo lo que veo en la
oscuridad
Ven y descansa tus huesos
conmigo
Conduciendo despacio un domingo
por la mañana
Y no me quiero ir nunca
Los dedos dibujan todos tus contornos
Pinto un cuadro con mis manos
Nos mecemos de acá para allá como ramas en una tormenta
Cambia el tiempo y seguimos juntos cuando termina
Estribillo
Pero las cosas se vuelven tan locas, vivir la vida se hace difícil
Domingo por la mañana, la lluvia cae y te estoy llamando
Cantando que un día me llevaría de vuelta a ti
Encontraré la forma de volver a casa contigo
Puede que no sepas que
Eso puede ser todo lo que necesito
Ella es todo lo que veo en la oscuridad
Ven y descansa tus huesos conmigo
Conduciendo despacio un domingo por la mañana
Conduciendo despacio
Oh, sí, sí…
Hay una flor en tu pelo
Una flor en tu pelo
Oh, sí, sí, oh
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