Sundays (feat. Jennifer Holm)

Don't listen to what everyone else says Take your time, you're not their mess Yeah you might not be at your best But it's fine, I don't mind Telling truths when you need to hear them And be kind when that's what you'd prefer Help out when you can't see a way out Help you fight and let you know that It won't always be this way Mmm You will get there some day Babe Feel the sun on your face Visit Paris or Broadway And chill out on Sundays Please don't take this the wrong way I'm on your side through the worst days I just have to say I miss my best friend Seeing her smile still I don't mind Telling truths when you need to hear them And be kind when that's what you'd prefer Help out when you can't see a way out Help you fight and let you know that It won't always be this way Mmm You will get there some day Babe Feel the sun on your face Visit Paris or Broadway And chill out on Sundays Stop just hold an a minute This part is nearly finished You'll get a fresh start So count to ten take a deep breath This is the only way You'll ever find out that It won't always be this way Mmm You will get there some day Babe Feel the sun on your face Visit Paris or Broadway And chill out on Sundays It won't always be this way Mmm You will get there some day Babe Feel the sun on your face Visit Paris or Broadway And chill out on Sundays