Vanessa Daou
Vanessa Daou
Vanessa Daou
Vanessa Daou
Vanessa Daou
Vanessa Daou
Vanessa Daou
Vanessa Daou
Vanessa Daou
Vanessa Daou
[Verse 1]
I sit at home
At my desk alone
As I used to do
On many Sunday afternoons
When you came back to me
Your arms ached for me
And your arms would close me in
Though they smelled of other women
[Chorus]
I think of you on Sunday afternoons
I think of you on Sunday afternoons
I think of you on Sunday afternoons
I think of you on Sunday afternoons
[Verse 2]
Your sweet head would bow
Like a child somehow
Down to me
And your hair and your eyes were wild
We would embrace on the floor
You see my back's still sore
You knew how easily I bruised
It´s a soreness I would never lose
[Chorus]
I think of you on Sunday afternoons
I think of you on Sunday afternoons
I think of you on Sunday afternoons
I think of you on Sunday afternoons
I think of you
[Outro]
I think of you on Sunday afternoons
I think of you on Sunday afternoons
I think of you on Sunday afternoons
I think of you on Sunday afternoons
I think of you on Sunday afternoons
Vanessa Daou spoke about this track in a 2019 interview:
‘Sunday Afternoons’ was based on Jong’s original poem ‘I Sit At My Desk Alone.’ It was a significantly longer poem which I compressed and made some additions and subtractions to. The challenge for me was not only keeping the original spirit o...