[Verse 1] Phone's face down on the counter still Nobody needs me and nobody will Not today, not this slow hour Not this Sunday with its easy power [Chorus] Sunday, no plans No place to be, nothing in hand Just the hum of a day Going gentle and away Sunday, no plans [Verse 2] Made some eggs, put on a record The kind of morning that feels sacred Not in a loud way, in a small one Like something quiet that you won [Chorus] Sunday, no plans No place to be, nothing in hand Just the hum of a day Going gentle and away Sunday, no plans [Bridge] I think this is what rest means Not nothing but a kind of in-between Where you remember who you are Before the week makes you a star [Outro] Sunday... Just this... Sunday, no plans... Just fine...
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