Never want to leave.

Sunday morning rain is falling. Steal some covers share some skin.
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable. You twist to fit the mold that I am in.
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do, and I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew.
That someday it would lead me back to you. That someday it would lead me back to you.

That may be all I need, in darkness she is all I see.
Come and rest your bones with me driving slow on Sunday morning, and I never want to leave.
Fingers trace your every outline, paint a picture with my hands.
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm, change the weather still together when it ends.