Sunday - Bloc Party

Heavy night it was a heavy night

Feels like we come back from the dead

Heavy night it was a heavy night

I cannot remember what I said to anyone

If we get up now we can catch the afternoon

Watch the under 15s playing football in the park

we’ve got

I love you in the morning,

When you’re still hung-over

I love you in the morning,

When you’re still strung out,

I love you in the morning,

I would cry all week and so do you

We discern to let us sleep

Let all the draughts creep in to reach for this life

There might be white to smatter you in That have the right answers

That we British forget

About those north eastern gaps

I love you in the morning,

When you’re still hung-over

I love you in the morning,

When you’re still strung out,

I love you in the morning,

With you I am cut from a pearl in your oyster

Head on my chest a silent smile, a private kind of happiness

You see giant proclamations are all very well

But our love is louder than words