Well it's a summer Sunday and I'm under
A cloud that shades my happiest blunder
Catching the wave of another
This easy life oh
I never thought that I
Could ever give my life to one girl
I feel like I'm finished
Washed up and unaccomplished
I dissolved too soon
Thinking of swimming on a Sunday
To a lady my faith in the spray and the cool
Of life lived my way
What life?
That was yesterday
But I never thought that I
Could ever give my life to one girl
I feel I've broken
My bottom but I've awoken
To this love so soon
On this summer Sunday
Summer Sunday
Summer Sunday
Summer Sunday
Coasting the beach on a Sunday
Toasting the rainbowing sand in a spray
Asking how it can be that I love her
Why, why?
Enough to love her
But I never thought that I
Would ever give my life to one girl
I feel I've broken
My bottom but I've awoken
To this love so soon
On this summer Sunday
Summer Sunday
Summer Sunday
Summer Sunday
Summer Sunday
Summer Sun-day
Summer Sunday was written by Ben Wright.
Summer Sunday was produced by Ben Wright.