Sunday Sun from Interweave by Moonbyrds

Cinnamon and ginger
Wafting in the air
Eucalyptus
Hanging over there
A messy kitchen
And a half dreaming stare
Sunday sun hangs low
I'm not ready to let it go
Witnessing the dimming of the light in the sky
So I'm holding on
I'm holding on

Crewell of birds
Singing soft melodies
Cat's on the prowl
Someone wants to eat
The music of the day
Is starting to fade

Sunday sun hangs low
I'm not ready to let it go
Witnessing the dimming of the light in the sky
So I'm holding on
I'm holding on

Lay next to me
And recall your fantasies
As we drift in and out
Of a mystic magic sleep
Tomorrow will feel
Like lifetimes away
Sunday sun hangs low
I'm not ready to let it go
Witnessing the dimming of the light in the sky
So I'm holding on
I'm holding on

Tell me
Do you dream in color?
Do memories last forever?
Does everything always change?

Sunday sun hangs low
I'm not ready to let it go
Witnessing the dimming of the light in the sky
So I'm holding on
I'm holding on

• Devotional
• Folk
• acoustic
• duo
• folk
• metaphysical
• singer-songwriter
• Staten Island