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Everyday we wake up in bands of gentle sunlight,
white walls and sheets and city noises.
High above the river where man and pavement fight,
out of reach from a million smudging voices.
Everyday is Sunday, no rude alarms or Monday sighs,
we have time to watch the other waking.
Spend the day away from ashen balmy skies,
and winters that will leave us cold and shaking.
You came with me to heaven,
we planned it all out in advance.
It thrilled us just to laugh and fly away,
they never thought we had a chance,
but here we have forever just to play.
I never knew that ceilings made me happy,
but I’m grinning at it every single day.
And in my arms I hear that you are laughing,
because we stayed in bed again all day.
In that place I sleep and dream
about the life I’m living now.
At least that’s how I wish that it could be,
but really all those sunny Sundays just remind me how
you gave up on heaven and then gave up on me.