Marian Call - Sunday Afternoon lyrics

Sun-soaked skin shines hot and golden Inside the glare the sky is white A boundless yawn engulfs the lawn Where dreams are drunk on blazing light Sprawled carelessly upon the gra** The edges of my dress creep high How light the streams of balmy beams Stroking soft across my thigh Virginia Woolf naps there beside me Pen falls from hand to find its rest Eyelids drift, no lashes lift And gently rises, falls my breast Sleep and wake and time mean nothing Til five o'clock comes far too soon But daisy-haired and shoulders bared How sweet was Sunday afternoon