Sunday Mornings

I wake up with you in my bed
You complain about your head
I look in your brown eyes, they shine for the sun
I look in the mirror and see a love bite
I must have had a wild night
Forget the hangovers, life just isn’t fun

Sunday mornings aren’t the same
I never seem to know your name
Sunday mornings aren’t the same

I ask if you remember a thing
You scream you lost your wedding ring
Impassively, you say I made the bed rock
I remember cooking for you
I wasn’t sure what I should do
I just did a stir-fry in a Chinese wok

Sunday mornings aren’t the same
I never seem to know your name
Sunday mornings aren’t the same

Once or twice, at you I stare
Running your fingers through your hair
Seal the moment with a loving kiss
You get up, make me egg on toast
Get to work on the Sunday roast
Is this what they mean by “wedded bliss” ?

Sunday mornings aren’t the same
I never seem to know your name
Sunday mornings aren’t the same

I can’t believe this is my life
I can’t believe you are my wife
Take it for granted that we are liberated
Tell you what, I never guessed
Life would be so dull at best
So-called love is just so overrated

Sunday mornings aren’t the same
I never seem to know your name
Sunday mornings aren’t the same