Ian Sutherland - Sunday Morning Air lyrics

[Verse 1] He wakes up alone on a cold Sunday morning Trying desperately to dive back into his dreams His aching mind is half in clouds His head is tearing at its seams [Chorus 1] There is no way that he will greet the day He has half a mind to find a way to find A way back inside A new place to hide [Verse 2] He ignores his aches and pains His brain is bruised and broke His throbbing headache fades away Vanish in a cloud of smoke Vanish in a cloud of smoke [Chorus 2] He gets off the floor, opens the front door Sits upon the lawn, soaked with dew-less dawn The wind blows through his hair Sweet Sunday morning air Sweet Sunday morning air Sweet Sunday morning air