Monday, July 20, 2009

Sunday Morning

I can not explain the excitement of Jeni sending me a snippet of No Doubt's Sunday Morning in concert. I thought I was going to cry. It makes me kick myself for not just splurging on the concert tickets. Sunday Morning is my fav. No Doubt song. My fav, MY fav, MY FAV! Love it! This song has such special meaning for me...one I don't think I will explain here. Here are the lyrics, download it, copy it, sing it aloud! It is that good.

Sappy pathetic little me
That was the girl I used to be
You had me on my knees
I'd trade you places any day
I'd never thought you could be that way
But you looked like me on Sunday
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well. . . so well
You're trying my shoes on for a change
They look so good but fit so strange
Out of fashion, so I can complain
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well. . . so well
I know who I am, but who are you?
You're not looking like you used to
You're on the other side of the mirror
So nothing's looking quite as clear
Thank you for turning on the lights
Thank you, now you're the parasite
I didn't think you had it in you
And now you're looking like I used to
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
And you want me badly
You cannot have me
I thought I knew you
But I've got a new view
I thought I knew you well . . . oh well
yeah, yeah, this is a filler post, but I NEEDED to let the world know of my LOVE for this song and my gratitude to Jen for letting me know they sang this song and I know she was singing at the top of her lungs thinking of me.

1 comment:

Jeni Angel said...

I was so worried. It was the very last song they sang. I thought "they are not going to sing it and this whole night was a waste".

And then . . . .