Sunday Lyrics - Weekend In The City - Bloc Party

Heavy night it was a heavy night 

Feels like we come back from the dead 

Heavy night it was a heavy night 

I cannot remember what I said to anyone 

If we get up now we can catch the afternoon 

Watch the under 15s playing football in the park 

Let's sit in St. Leonard's in this alcoholic day 

We're doing the best with what we've got 

I love you in the morning , 

When you're still hung-over 

I love you in the morning, 

When you're still strung out, 

I love you in the morning, 

I would cry all week and so do you 

We discern to let us sleep 

Let all the droughts creep in to reach for this life 

There might be white to smatter you in 

That have the right answers 

That we British forget 

About those north eastern gaps 

I love you in the morning , 

When you're still hung-over 

I love you in the morning, 

When you're still strung out, 

I love you in the morning, 

With you I am cut from a pearl in your oyster 

Head on my chest a silent smile, a private kind of happiness 

You see giant proclamations are all very well 

But our love is louder than words