#8 Sunday Brunch

lyrics – Starting up
The clouds are trembling above me
Can’t hear the sound
Of my footsteps
Getting closer to you

Can you show me what it’s like
To feel so alive
As they always do in the movies
If you’d be so kind

Pressure building
Heartbeat racing
Breaking through
Breaking through the ceiling

Simple, stubborn, summer camp
Roaming through a foreign land
With a language we can’t speak
But we’ll make the most of it

Mesmerized, dark blue eyes
Packed light, no disguise
Getting lost at every turn
But we’ll make the most of it

Sunday brunch
Take a sip of tea
We got everything we need
Right here, next to a stream
Peace and quiet
As we fall asleep

Pressure building
Heartbeat racing
Breaking through
Breaking through the ceiling

Simple, stubborn, summer camp
Roaming through a foreign land
With a language we can’t speak
But we’ll make the most of it

Mesmerized, dark blue eyes
Packed light, no disguise
Getting lost at every turn
But we’ll make the most of it