Prāta Vētra - Sunday Morning lyrics

Let's pretend it's a Sunday morning We'll go out and feed the pigeons I'll take you on hands till the bridge though I can tell that you won't listen to my words Yeah, to my words I'm saying All the ships are stuck in a harbour As the river is full of flowers, my love Let's go out, let's go out this Sunday All the cinemas open till midnight All this life seems such a funny game While the water turns into wine Priest will bless and promise us heaven I can tell that you won't listen to my words Yeah, to my words I'm saying What a day, what a day is inventing Sorry, days like this can't be rented What a chance, what a chance is giving And I would be a fool If I didn't try Oh, it's alright, it's alright, it's Sunday We'll go out taking pictures We can put them in frames to remember Of how life seems such a funny game Still the water turn into wine I can tell - you won't listen to my words Yeah, to my words I'm saying All the time there's a world between us All the time between love and Venus What a day, what a day is inventing Sorry, days like this can't be rented What a day, what a day is inventing Sorry, days like this can't be rented What a chance, what a chance is giving And I would be a fool If I didn't try Let's pretend it's a Sunday morning Let's pretend it's a Sunday morning Let's pretend it's a Sunday morning Let's pretend it's a Sunday morning.