Sunday Song

I don't wanna go anymore I just wanna lie here and talk I don't even know anyone Maybe we could go back to yours All the things you try hard to forget Watching you watch clouds over our heads Can't you see all that I see in you? All I see in you The way you look at me, the way I look at you Feel like my heart's made up of rooms On each wall, a portrait of you I don't even know if I'm in view But I could leave a light on for you All the things you wish you hadn't said Sick of waiting for something heaven sent Can't you see all that I see in you? All I see in you The way you look at me, the way I look at you