Sunday morning

I don’t want to stay alone.

Everyday it’s so hard don’t think in you.

I remember the flowers falling and,

We getting us kiss, getting us hot.

Every fall I love you more and more.

And Sunday morning If we could awake together.

‘Cause I am so alone and so broken.

And Sunday morning I cry because you aren’t here.

Will be that I ain’t good enough.

I know that I ain’t stronger enough.

So stay with me all the Sundays morning.

Written by Leandro Pinheiro