Sunday Afternoon — текст песни (Texas)

I can think of better days
As I look into your eyes
And I feel that in a way
I know that you`ll be alright

And he walks for a mile
It`s his style
Baby never acts wild
Feels he`s invencible
He walks for a while
But I never ask why
He needs his time in isolation

It`s your views
On your groove
On a Sunday afternoon
Paint it slow
Then you`ll know
What you need to work out soon

I`m gonna whisper in your ear
I`ve a lot of things to say to you
I`ll give you all my universe
You`re all I want and that`s for sure

And he walks for a mile
It`s his style
Baby never acts wild
Feels he`s invencible
He walks for a while
But I never ask why
He needs his time in isolation

It`s your views
On your groove
On a Sunday afternoon
Paint it slow
Then you`ll know
What you need to work out soon

It`s your views
On your groove
On a Sunday afternoon
Paint it slow
Then you`ll know
What you need to work out soon

In your darkest hour
Take my hand and I`ll show you
Understand it much better
I`ll make sure you get there

It`s your views
On your groove
On a Sunday afternoon
Paint it slow
Then you`ll know
What you need to work out soon

It`s your views
On your groove
On a Sunday afternoon
Paint it slow
Then you`ll know
What you need to work out soon