Sunday Morning from Seven Headed by Robin O'Brien

In places; the place that I love
In anywhere, I’m with you,
I am home
In the city, crowds look out from the crowd
I see you: dressed in all the town

Sunday morning, no one but my own love at my door
I couldn’t ask for more

We gave it, we created the meaning
And every fine thing I see reminds me
We can make it
Our own way won’t re-trace us now
You and me, against the old countdown

Sunday morning: No one but my own love at my door
I couldn’t ask for more

I love you too much to ever go away
(Please, darling, stay)
I don’t mind the tears when we re-arrange
(We’ll change again)
I want you to be happy
I need you to learn about me
I believe we can be happy
Darling, I believe…

The fruit of this wild grove is all grown
And strangely, I’m not so hurting all- alone
And I taste it: planting seed in the ground,
In my hand, moving to your mouth

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