Bos Taurus - With You lyrics

I feel Sundays aren't for real Cause it feels like Monday's chasing... After me and you / bake up in the morning high Gonna spend my whole day wasted. Days off don't seem so great to me So brief I barely taste them In the morning, in the evening And the afternoon...with you Feels like, when daylight, The sunlight hits your eyes, Hits your eyes...then. I feel Sundays aren't for real So brief I barely taste them. In the morning, in the evening Or the afternoon...with you. Feels like, when daylight The sunlight hits your eyes, Hits your eyes... feels right… In the morning, in the evening And the afternoon...with you.