*[Slow, warm Britpop ballad; acoustic guitar, clean electric fills, organ and a gently swelling final chorus]* **[Verse 1]** Sunday comes in sideways through a gap beside the blind You’ve got most of the blanket; I’ve got nowhere to be on time A car starts in the courtyard, someone struggles with the gears You pull the pillow closer, say, “Too early for all this” I get up to put the kettle on, you call me from the bed Ask if we’ve got any bread—I tell you, “Two slices left” You say, “Save the better one,” and I know which one you mean The burnt bit’s yours; it always seems to be **[Pre-Chorus]** All week we’ve passed each other in the hall Today you move your chair beside mine **[Chorus]** Let Sunday take its time Leave your chair pulled close to mine There’s washing waiting, plates to do But I’ve hardly had a word with you Tell me what I missed this week I’ll put the kettle on again Let Sunday take its time We’ve got the morning Let’s have all of it **[Verse 2]** You tell me about Thursday, how you cried on your way back How you sat outside for half an hour before you faced the flat I say, “You should’ve told me,” then I hear how that must sound You say, “I would have done, but you were working late again” I reach across the table, move the paper out the way You don’t need me to fix it or find something wise to say So I listen while the kitchen slowly fills with morning sun And wait until you’ve finished, for once **[Pre-Chorus 2]** The tea goes cold; you keep your hand in mine I leave it there We’ve got the time **[Chorus]** Let Sunday take its time Leave your chair pulled close to mine There’s washing waiting, plates to do But I’ve hardly had a word with you Tell me what I missed this week I’ll put the kettle on again Let Sunday take its time We’ve got the morning Let’s have all of it **[Bridge]** I thought I knew your silences Which ones meant tired, which ones meant cross You say, “Sometimes I don’t know either” I say, “Then we can start with that” You laugh a little, wipe your face Ask if we should go for bread I fetch your coat from by the door You take my hand instead **[Final Chorus]** Let Sunday take its time Keep your hand tucked into mine We’ll get the bread, then wander through That little park we used to use Tell me what I missed this week There’s still so much I want to hear Let Sunday take its time We’ve got the morning Let’s have all of it **[Outro]** You lock the door I wait outside You ask which way I say, “You decide”
