Slow Sunday

[Intro] (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ah-ah-ah) [Verse] Sunlight bleeds in, soft and slow Across the kitchen floor Coffee's been cold for an hour or so Don't care if I drink it anymore [Chorus] Nobody's pulling my sleeve No urgent voice on the phone Just the hum of the old fridge And this slow Sunday, all my own [Verse 2] The dog's a warm lump on the rug One ear flipped back, a little snore A book face down on the armchair I just watch the dust motes on the door [Chorus] Nobody's pulling my sleeve No urgent voice on the phone Just the hum of the old fridge And this slow Sunday, all my own [Bridge] Then the phone screen lights up once on the table No sound, just that pale little flash I let it sit there, face down, blinking Like it knows I won't call back [Chorus] Nobody's pulling my sleeve No urgent voice on the phone Just the hum of the old fridge And this Sunday, all my own Maybe I left the porch light on. [Intro] (Ooh-mmh-mmh) (Aah-mmh-mmh)