the memoirs of Sunday

Even those worn-out words, “I love you”, take on a wonderful new meaning When I use them to express my love for you, they’re words for you only In a sunny spot on Sunday, it’s an ordinary Sunday like any other I quietly pray that this lasts forever…and you keep chatting What do you like so much about me? That’s a hard question you’ve just asked So for now I’ll stop watching the movie we’ve rented and just gaze at you I love your fully blooming smile, even seeing it every day isn’t enough And that’s without even mentioning that amazing body that looks good no matter what you wear And that’s just your looks, what about the important things inside you? You don’t back down when you’re pissed off and even snorting really annoys you But there’s so, so, so much more than that I can’t really describe it properly I don’t think you need a reason to fall in love That part’s a mystery to me, so please forgive me Even those worn-out words, “I love you”, take on a wonderful new meaning When I use them to express my love for you, they’re words for you only In a sunny spot on Sunday, it’s an ordinary Sunday like any other The more of this ordinary time that passes, the more comfortable we feel together You pretend to be strong, so the fleeting tears you show occasionally are a white flag If nothing is said, then all the more, I just can't look away Sadness and pain Of course life brings all kinds of things like that But when you casually say, “Do your best”, it gives me strength Whenever your little back trembles I hold you right away Even if the scenery we can see from the window changes Stay with me as you are, bad sleeping habits and all Even those worn-out words, “I hate you”, it comes across as the opposite If it’s you saying them when you’re sulking, they’re words for me only In a sunny spot on Sunday, it’s an ordinary Sunday like any other I’ll say it one more time: I love you, all the time It’s a Sunday like any other It’s an ordinary Sunday But it’s a special Sunday -Sunday, performed by The Babystars- the memoirs of Sunday - Friday, June 23, 2006 -

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