Misty Sunday Mornings are no good for me
Do you know how good it would be if you
You
Be dear to me Sunday Morn
Misty Sunday Mornings used to go so well
And you know, right now I find myself hiding in a shell
These days are driving me to roam
Help if you can Sunday Morn
Helping one another in our own big family
And so, I
Will you lend a hand?
Is there any other way to understand?
Misty Sunday Mornings used to represent me
And I
Can you see right through me dear, I hope
Hoping so much you hold me close
Helping one another in our own big family
And so, I
Will you lend a hand?
Is there any other way to understand?