Well it's a summer Sunday and I'm under,
A cloud that shades my happiest blunder.
Catching the wave of another,
this easy life oh.
I never thought that I,
Could ever give my life to one girl.
I feel like I'm finished,
Washed up and unaccomplished.
I dissolved too soon.
Thinking of swimming on a Sunday,
To a lady my fath in the spray and the cool.
Of life lived my way,
What life?
That was yesterday.
But I never thought that I,
Could ever give my life to one girl.
I feel I've broken,
My bottom but I've awoken,
To this love so soon.
On this summer Sunday.
Summer Sunday.
Summer Sunday.
Summer Sunday.
Coasting the beach on a Sunday,
Toasting the rainbowing sand in a spray.
Asking how it can be that I love her,
Why, why?
Enough to love her.
But I never thought that I,
Would ever give my life to one girl.
I feel I've broken,
My bottom but I've awoken,
To this love so soon.
On this summer Sunday.
Summer Sunday.
Summer Sunday.
Summer Sunday.
Summer Sunday.
Summer Sun-day.