Gordon Moakes - Sunday lyrics

Heavy night, it was a heavy night Feels like we come back from the dead Heavy night it was a heavy night I cannot remember what I said to anyone If we get up now we can catch the afternoon Watch the under 15s playing football in the park Let's sit in St. Leonard's on this alcoholic day We're doing the best, with what we've got I love you in the morning When you're still hung-over I love you in the morning When you're still strung out I love you in the morning I work hard all week, and so do you We deserve to let off some steam Less orthodox creeping when we need to rage through this life There might be ones who are smarter than you That have the right answers That wear better shoes Forget about those melting ice caps, We're doing the best, with what we've got I love you in the morning When you're still hung-over I love you in the morning When you're still strung out I love you in the morning With you I am calm A pearl in your oyster Head on my chest and a silent smile, a private kind of happiness You see giant proclamations are all very well But our love is louder than words