Letra de Sunday Table
She is walking quickly Like there's some place she must be In her eyes, there's no one There is no one she needsHe sits with his paper At a Sunday table Just another morning She steps into his gazeHe looks at her She looks at him For a moment, there is nowhere she is going He looks at her She looks at him For a moment, they could almost fall in loveNot a word is spoken No touch, no heart broken Just another morning Of a beautiful dayHe looks at her She looks at him For a moment, there is nowhere she is going He looks at her She looks at him For a moment, they could truly fall in loveHe looks at her She looks at him For a moment, there is nowhere she is going He looks at her She looks at him For a moment, there is stillness in the world, turning World turning roundAround Around