It is Sunday afternoon
And the hills are turning blue
It is only for my eyes
I don't want to share my mind
It is Sunday afternoon
And I got to hold the moon
And then it rooled right passed my eyes
And it crashed into my arms
And so I fly
And so I fly
I don't think like coming down
When I'm high above the town
I won't come down
I won't come down
And if the sky has got a son
It is me, I am the one
Moving clouds
It is Sunday afternoon
And I feel it's ending soon
I wont to stay awhile
I don't want to leave the sky
Now it's Monday afterglow
And it's time to end the show
Clouds like curtains closed
And the blue inside it grows
And so I fly
And so I fly
I don't think like coming down
When I'm high above the town
I won't come down
I won't come down
And if the sky has got a son
It is me, I am the one
Moving clouds
Oh how I find
I need Sunday afternoon
Give me Sunday afternoon
I need Sunday afternoon
Give me Sunday afternoon
It was Sunday afternoon
But it was over all too soon
I'd like to come again
Back to where it all began
So I can fly
So I can fly
With my feet here on the ground
I don't feel like staying down
So let me fly
Through the sky
And when the night it has to come
And drown away my sun
Will I stay high
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