Sundays are slow

Never pretentious, oh no

Silent and closed

And we don't really have to know

Where to go



Holding hands with the one I love

She wears mittens, I wear gloves

There must be someone above

Holding hands with the one I love

We could catch a picture show

Rent a (Sunday) video

We could stay out in the snow

"Sunday slow"



Sundays are meant

To let the quilt become a tent

Sundays well-spent

Don't need a reason, no intent



Holding hands wi th the one I love

She wears mittens, I wear gloves

There must be someone above

Holding hands with the one I love

We could catch a picture show

Rent a (Sunday) video

We could stay out in the snow

Order greasy food to go