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La Dispute Sunday Morning At A Funeral Lyrics
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- Sunday Morning At A Funeral Lyrics / with translationsSunday Morning still
laid innocent in sheets,
barely half asleep.
Sunday Morning I was dreaming I was turning from a busy street
into a parking lot.
Sunday Morning broke
and dragged me out of bed,
slightly less asleep.
Sunday Morning I was warming all the cold parts of my head
in cups and coffee pots.
In the Winter I wonder
what it’s like to be anywhere else,
to be anywhere but here.
If I leave and don’t return I hope the factories get full
of people making furniture, with
the river running clear.
Sunday Morning fell
apart and back to sleep,
where I was running late,
where I looked out of place.
Sunday Morning pace of steady, nervous feet
headed for the church doors.
Sunday Morning dressed
in suits and shades of black.
Sunday Morning soft in Sunday best.
Sunday someone’s never coming back here
to this place anymore.
In the Winter I wonder
what it’s like to be anywhere else,
to be anywhere but here.
If I leave and don’t return I hope the factories get full
of people making furniture, with
the river running clear.
Sunday Morning stared
at rows of crowded pews.
Half or all asleep,
looking for a seat.
Sunday Morning waiting for a call from you
but didn’t hear my phone ring.
Sunday Morning had
to sit and watch you bawl.
Sunday Morning left the ringer off.
Sunday Morning missed it when you called and
couldn’t do a thing
but watch.
In the Winter I wonder what it’s like to be where you are.
In the Winter I wonder what it’d be like if you were still here.
Would the factories fill?
Would the river run clear?
Would the river run?
Sunday Morning dreamt
about a moment passed,
about a time I failed.
Sunday Morning I was staring at a clock, trying to push it back.
Sunday Morning wished to be a kid.
Sunday Morning shook
me all the way awake.
Stirred me from the dream.
Sunday Morning I was thinking of a phone call I should make
but never did.
I never did.
laid innocent in sheets,
barely half asleep.
Sunday Morning I was dreaming I was turning from a busy street
into a parking lot.
Sunday Morning broke
and dragged me out of bed,
slightly less asleep.
Sunday Morning I was warming all the cold parts of my head
in cups and coffee pots.
In the Winter I wonder
what it’s like to be anywhere else,
to be anywhere but here.
If I leave and don’t return I hope the factories get full
of people making furniture, with
the river running clear.
Sunday Morning fell
apart and back to sleep,
where I was running late,
where I looked out of place.
Sunday Morning pace of steady, nervous feet
headed for the church doors.
Sunday Morning dressed
in suits and shades of black.
Sunday Morning soft in Sunday best.
Sunday someone’s never coming back here
to this place anymore.
In the Winter I wonder
what it’s like to be anywhere else,
to be anywhere but here.
If I leave and don’t return I hope the factories get full
the river running clear.
Sunday Morning stared
at rows of crowded pews.
Half or all asleep,
looking for a seat.
Sunday Morning waiting for a call from you
but didn’t hear my phone ring.
Sunday Morning had
to sit and watch you bawl.
Sunday Morning left the ringer off.
Sunday Morning missed it when you called and
couldn’t do a thing
but watch.
In the Winter I wonder what it’s like to be where you are.
In the Winter I wonder what it’d be like if you were still here.
Would the factories fill?
Would the river run clear?
Would the river run?
Sunday Morning dreamt
about a moment passed,
about a time I failed.
Sunday Morning I was staring at a clock, trying to push it back.
Sunday Morning wished to be a kid.
Sunday Morning shook
me all the way awake.
Stirred me from the dream.
Sunday Morning I was thinking of a phone call I should make
but never did.
I never did.
Facts about Sunday Morning At A Funeral
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Sunday Morning At A Funeral is written by Jordan Lee Dreyer, Kevin Scott Whittemore, Bradley Ryen Vander Lugt, Chad William Sterenberg, Adam David Vass.
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When we interpret the meaning being expressed, the song 'Sunday Morning, at a Funeral' by La Dispute reflects the feeling of being trapped in a place where one should not be because of its Sunday morning routine which creates a desire to escape to another world. The lyrics express feelings of loss and regret together with missed chances as they imagine different outcomes that would have happened from other choices while they show a need for new beginnings and transformation. Sunday morning at a funeral lyrics mostly emphasizes reflection, heartbreak, nostalgia, solitude and angst. The song uses nostalgia to express longing while it also portrays loss through absent people and the experience of daily life. The lyrics contain no explicit language, adult themes, or violence. The content is suitable for all ages, focusing on reflections of a Sunday morning without any inappropriate material.
Who wrote Sunday Morning At A Funeral lyrics?
Sunday Morning At A Funeral is written by Jordan Lee Dreyer, Kevin Scott Whittemore, Bradley Ryen Vander Lugt, Chad William Sterenberg, Adam David Vass.
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What is the meaning behind Sunday Morning At A Funeral lyrics?
When we interpret the meaning being expressed, the song 'Sunday Morning, at a Funeral' by La Dispute reflects the feeling of being trapped in a place where one should not be because of its Sunday morning routine which creates a desire to escape to another world. The lyrics express feelings of loss and regret together with missed chances as they imagine different outcomes that would have happened from other choices while they show a need for new beginnings and transformation. Sunday morning at a funeral lyrics mostly emphasizes reflection, heartbreak, nostalgia, solitude and angst. The song uses nostalgia to express longing while it also portrays loss through absent people and the experience of daily life. The lyrics contain no explicit language, adult themes, or violence. The content is suitable for all ages, focusing on reflections of a Sunday morning without any inappropriate material.
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