Cole Cook - Sunday Morning Lyrics

When you've got no expectations
And your friends still show you love
When the arms that wrap around you
Lead you back to where you're from

And your gardens always blooming
When you return from holiday
But the sunny skies above you
Will soon return to grey

One more Sunday morning
Without you in my bed
One more night alone
Am I still in your head
Just like I remember
I see you standing there
With high heels on and makeup
And sunbeams in your hair

The horizon is flatlined the ground is up above
And I'm lying here in the cold grass
With a cold glass in my hand
With a good girl and she's high class
Like the stone upon her ring
And her husband is a good man
But she's right here with me