Mm… slow day, no sound.
Just light pourin’ down.
Coffee steam and lazy sky,
Messages I don’t need to reply.
Pages turn, breeze hums low,
Time moves soft, it’s good to slow.
Footsteps fade down empty street,
Heartbeat calm, the air feels sweet.
No rush, no plan, no show,
Just peace under the Sunday glow.
Sunday window, sunlight flow,
Warm hands, soft tempo.
Let it stay, don’t let it go,
Breathe it in — that Sunday glow.
Curtains dance with gentle wind,
I lose track of where I’ve been.
Dreams still rest on my desk,
Simple thoughts feel like the best.
No need to chase, no need to try,
Clouds drift slow across the sky.
All I need is this, I know,
Just quiet love and a Sunday glow.
Sunday window, sunlight flow,
Warm hands, soft tempo.
Let it stay, don’t let it go,
Breathe it in — that Sunday glow.
All week long I move too fast,
Now I’m here, let it last.
Every sound feels pure and true,
Even silence sings with you.
Yeah… Sunday window, my little song,
Days like this can’t go wrong.
Close my eyes, the world’s in slow,
Still right here — in the Sunday glow.
