Sunday morning, rain is falling. Steal some covers, share some skin. Clouds are shining us and moments unforgettable, you twist to fit the mood 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 may be all I need, in darkness you are all I see. Come and rest your bones with me, driving slow on Sunday morning, that's all I want to be. Fingers trace your every outline, paint a picture with my hands. Back and forth we sway like branches in the storm; change the weather, still together when it ends.