| Let’s pretend it’s a sunday morning |
| We’ll go out, feeding pigeons |
| I’ll take you on hands till the bridge though |
| I can tell that you won’t listen to my words |
| To my words |
| I’m saying |
| All the ships are stuck in a harbour |
| As the river is full of flowers, my love |
| Let’s go out, let’s go out it’s sunday |
| All the cinemas open till midnight |
| Oh, this life seems such a funny game |
| While the water turns into wine |
| Priest will bless and promise us heaven |
| I can tell that you don’t listen to my words |
| To my words |
| I’m saying |
| What a day, what a day is invented |
| Sorry days like these can’t be rented |
| What a chance, what a chance is given |
| And I would be a fool |
| If I didn’t try |
| Oh, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s sunday |
| We’ll go out taking pictures |
| We can put them in frames to remember |
| Of how life seems such a funny game |
| Still the water turn into wine |
| I can tell — you won’t listen to my words |
| To my words |
| I’m saying |
| All the time there’s a world between us |
| All the time between love and venus |
| What a day, what a day is invented |
| Sorry days like these can’t be rented |
| What a day, what a day is invented |
| Sorry days like these can’t be rented |
| What a chance, what a chance is given |
| And I would be a fool |
| If I didn’t try |
| Let’s pretend it’s a sunday morning |
| Let’s pretend it’s a sunday morning |
| Let’s pretend it’s a sunday morning |
| Let’s pretend it’s a sunday morning |