Slow Wake Up Sunday Morning
Alexandra Sauser-Monnig, Molly Sarlé, Amelia Meath
The light
It moves
Across this room
Like it could reach us, honey
Like it could reach us, honey
I trace your lips
With my fingertip
Like I could reach you, honey
Like I could reach you, honey
You open your eyes
I open mine
You believed it's something
Knew it's coming
When we are already there, it seems
We are already there, it seems
We are already there, it seems
(I know I can't stay in this place)
We are already there, it seems
(I know I can't stay in this place)
We are already there, it seems
(The light)
We are already there, it seems
(It moves)
We are already there, it seems
(Across this room)
We are already there, it seems
(Like it could reach us, honey)
We are already there, it seems
(Like it could reach us, honey)