Il testo della Sunday afternoon

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

And he walks for a mile
Its his style
Baby, never acts wild
Feels hes invencible
He walks for a while
But i never ask why
He needs his time in isolation

Its your views
On your groove
On a sunday afternoon
Paint it slow
Then youll know
What you need to work out soon

Im gonna whisper in your ear
Ive a lot of things to say to you
Ill give you all my universe
Youre all i want and thats for sure

And he walks for a mile
Its his style
Baby, never acts wild
Feels hes invencible
He walks for a while
But i never ask why
He needs his time in isolation

Its your views
On your groove
On a sunday afternoon
Paint it slow
Then youll know
What you need to work out soon

Its your views
On your groove
On a sunday afternoon
Paint it slow
Then youll know
What you need to work out soon

In your darkest hour
Take my hand and ill show you
Understand it much better
Ill make sure, you get there

Its your views
On your groove
On a sunday afternoon
Paint it slow
Then youll know
What you need to work out soon

Its your views
On your groove
On a sunday afternoon
Paint it slow
Then youll know
What you need to work out soon

Its your views
On your groove
On a sunday afternoon
Paint it slow
Then youll know
What you need to work out soon