Letra de Sunday, lovely sunday

Sundays are slow Never pretentious, oh no Silent and closed And we don't really have to know Where to go Holding hands with the one I love She wears mittens, I wear gloves There must be someone above Holding hands with the one I love We could catch a picture show Rent a (Sunday) video We could stay out in the snow "Sunday slow" Sundays are meant To let the quilt become a tent Sundays well-spent Don't need a reason, no intent Holding hands wi th the one I love She wears mittens, I wear gloves There must be someone above Holding hands with the one I love We could catch a picture show Rent a (Sunday) video We could stay out in the snow Order greasy food to go