Sunday-Kind-of-Trouble

[Intro] [syncopated electric bass, clean electric guitar scratching, tight drum kit] (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) [Verse 1] [soulful male vocals, piano chords] Coffee going cold on the kitchen floor You're humming something I've heard before Twenty-two hours chasing neon lights Now I'm chasing you down the hall at night And everybody said we'd burn it out But look at us still figuring it out So put your hand in mine one more time [Chorus] [full band, brass accents] You're my Sunday kind of trouble The good kind, the slow kind, stay in bed kind Church bells couldn't save me, baby I'd rather be lost in you than found in the light Oh, Sunday kind of trouble And I don't want the cure [Verse 2] [bass and drums continue, piano stabs] Old photographs, we look like strangers there Same crooked smile, a whole lot more hair Every wrong turn brought me to your door Turns out I wasn't lost, I was just early [Chorus] [falsetto ad-libs] Oh, my Sunday kind of trouble The good kind, the slow kind, stay in bed kind Church bells couldn't save me, baby I'd rather be lost in you than found in the light Oh, Sunday kind of trouble [Bridge] [dynamic build-up, driving snare] If I had to do it all again I'd take the long way, I'd take the pain I'd take every single thing I got wrong If it ends with you singing along [Chorus] [high energy, brass stabs] You're my Sunday kind of trouble The good kind, the slow kind, stay in bed kind Church bells couldn't save me, baby I'd rather be lost in you than found in the light Oh, Sunday kind of trouble (Yeah) And I don't want the cure (Don't want the cure) Sunday kind of trouble (Oh) You're the mess I choose [Outro] [bass riff, fading vocals] (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)