Testo: Ani Difranco. Knuckledown. Sunday Morning.

Sunday mornin', slow beats seethin'
Through the screens in the open windows
Eggs fryin', legs shakin'
After we stayed lyin' so long in bed

Sunday mornin' both of us readin'
And lookin' up occasionally
Lookin' up occasionally

Sunday mornin', you're doin' your thing
And I am doin' mine
Speakin' words more a formality
'Cuz we can feel we are of one mind

Sunday mornin', sheets still warm
Kitties swarmin' around our feet
Life comes easy, your sweet company
Makin' it so complete

Of all the Monday through Fridays
We joined the crusade
Of all the Saturday nights
In which we were made
Of all the exorcisms
I've done with your ghosts
Still it's Sunday mornin'
I miss you the most

Sunday mornin', slow beats seethin'
Through the screens in the open windows
Eggs fryin', legs shakin'
After we stayed lyin' so long in bed

Sunday mornin' both of us readin'
And lookin' up occasionally
Lookin' up occasionally