Sunday Morning Lyrics - Knuckledown - Ani Difranco

Sunday morning 

Slow beats seething 

Through the screens in 

The open windows 

Eggs frying 

Legs shaking 

After we stayed lying 

So long in bed 

Sunday morning 

Both of us reading 

And looking up occasionally 

Looking up occasionally 

Sunday morning 

You're doing your thing 

And I am doing mine 

Speaking words 

More a formality 

'Cause we can feel we 

Are of one mind 

Sunday morning 

Sheets still warm 

Kitties swarming 

Around our feet 

Life comes easy 

Your sweet company 

Making it so complete 

Of all the Monday through Fridays 

We joined the crusade 

Of all the Saturday nights 

In which we were made 

Of all the exorcisms 

I've done with your ghosts 

Still it's Sunday morning 

I miss you the most