Sunday - Infadels

Early morning, still dark dawning

In today, in today

Feeling saucy, blissfully falling

Drifting down, drifting down

Are we oh yes suddenly baby

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush

Rolling, drifting, colours mixing into clouds

I wake up smiling, eyes who are you?

Where am I?

Where am I?

Are we oh yes suddenly baby

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush

Don’t want to rush