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We woke up and you made us coffeeI don't tend to drink it butEverything that touches your handsIs slowly becoming the things that I want to and need to be part of the planWe walked out your doorAnd the city was singingOn Prospect Park West there were old men and women just dancing to old songsThe kind that were played when your parents were sleeping inside their old homesDreaming while their parents touched and grew boldAnd then we stopped and stared up at the cloudsFor we had noticed that they'd opened up and so had the crowdThe first snowWe all cheeredAnd I grabbed your face in my hands and I kissed you and I promised you thatSomedayOur best days won't only be SundaysThe world will unfold all around usA thousand directions for just usAnd we'll close our eyes and we'll spin 'roundOur fingers outstretched as we fall downAnd wherever chance has decidedThat you and I should both be guidedThen that's what we'll aim forThere's no sense in planning for joy we've been toldBut every Sunday we can't help but hope Aus Songtexte Mania