In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
It was Sunday morning when you told me
we were at our, little place
sittin at a nook in the corner
I could tell by the expression on, your face
buried my head in my hands as you went and paid the bill
how could you just walk out
when I know you know how, I loved you still
and it came without a warning
as it ended all too soon
the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning
another tearstained day a sleepless night
a week goes by and I’m all right
still I can’t seem to get past Sunday morning
I came home to an empty house
the footsteps’ echo followed me on up the stairs
thoughts of you run through my head
as I lie in the bed you and I once shared
visions of you cloud my dreams
your face is everywhere
it pains me as I reach for you
realizing you’re no longer there.
and it came without a warning
as it ended all too soon
the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning
another tearstained day, a sleepless night
a week goes by and I’m all right
still I can’t seem to get past Sunday morning
I long to learn to love again
until then I’ll long for the
love you gave me
prayed for God to save me from the
pain of Sunday morning, that painful Sunday morning
and it came without a warning
as it ended all too soon
the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning
another tearstained day a sleepless night
a week goes by and I’m all right
still I can’t seem to get past Sunday morning
it came without a warning...
it ended all too soon...
another tearstained day a sleepless night
a week goes by and I’m all right
still I can’t seem to get past Sunday morning
Sunday morning...
we were at our, little place
sittin at a nook in the corner
I could tell by the expression on, your face
buried my head in my hands as you went and paid the bill
how could you just walk out
when I know you know how, I loved you still
and it came without a warning
as it ended all too soon
the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning
another tearstained day a sleepless night
a week goes by and I’m all right
still I can’t seem to get past Sunday morning
I came home to an empty house
the footsteps’ echo followed me on up the stairs
thoughts of you run through my head
as I lie in the bed you and I once shared
visions of you cloud my dreams
your face is everywhere
it pains me as I reach for you
realizing you’re no longer there.
and it came without a warning
as it ended all too soon
the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning
another tearstained day, a sleepless night
a week goes by and I’m all right
still I can’t seem to get past Sunday morning
I long to learn to love again
until then I’ll long for the
love you gave me
prayed for God to save me from the
pain of Sunday morning, that painful Sunday morning
and it came without a warning
as it ended all too soon
the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning
another tearstained day a sleepless night
a week goes by and I’m all right
still I can’t seem to get past Sunday morning
it came without a warning...
it ended all too soon...
another tearstained day a sleepless night
a week goes by and I’m all right
still I can’t seem to get past Sunday morning
Sunday morning...
Lyrics submitted by jdq
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