I agree with everybody before me, it's a simple song about love.
Sunday, the day itself, has such a distinct feeling to me. It's a lazy day, you wake up and the memories and drinks and feelings and city and lights and people of the night before hit you. The fun is behind you and it's pretty lonely."It was a heavy night."
My favorite Sundays have been dragging myself out of bed for late lunch with friends, tons of greasy food and recounting stories from the night before, laughing, all of us in sweatpants and no makeup. Then doing something lazy, taking the day slow, like in the song, going to the park or just hanging out.
But I heard this song on a Sunday once, and it hit me, how nice it would be to wake up on a Sunday next to someone you love, spending the whole slow lazy day with them, a simple small part of love we overlook. People, myself included, look back on love and remember anniversaries and valentines day but not the Sundays. Just waking up with someone, looking in their eyes, "head on my chest, a silent smile, a private kind of happiness " even if you aren't perfect, even if there are more beautiful girls, just doing your best together.
Whoever wrote this song knows about love, past the stages of lust, but at the point when you just smile hearing their name, when you're totally comfortable with them, and open to them in the most intimate Sunday morning way..
I agree with everybody before me, it's a simple song about love.
Sunday, the day itself, has such a distinct feeling to me. It's a lazy day, you wake up and the memories and drinks and feelings and city and lights and people of the night before hit you. The fun is behind you and it's pretty lonely."It was a heavy night."
My favorite Sundays have been dragging myself out of bed for late lunch with friends, tons of greasy food and recounting stories from the night before, laughing, all of us in sweatpants and no makeup. Then doing something lazy, taking the day slow, like in the song, going to the park or just hanging out.
But I heard this song on a Sunday once, and it hit me, how nice it would be to wake up on a Sunday next to someone you love, spending the whole slow lazy day with them, a simple small part of love we overlook. People, myself included, look back on love and remember anniversaries and valentines day but not the Sundays. Just waking up with someone, looking in their eyes, "head on my chest, a silent smile, a private kind of happiness " even if you aren't perfect, even if there are more beautiful girls, just doing your best together.
Whoever wrote this song knows about love, past the stages of lust, but at the point when you just smile hearing their name, when you're totally comfortable with them, and open to them in the most intimate Sunday morning way..
@xsn13 Beautifully described :3
@xsn13 Beautifully described :3