Perfect Sunday Sun

We walk along Richmond Bridge
Go down by the River Thames
Sandwich in between her teeth
She became Hayley Mills
I became Alan Bates
Born to be Ealing greats
Make mistakes

But will we ever become that one?
Joined together in the perfect Sunday
Perfect Sunday sun

We walk around Bedford Falls
Go down to the Barge Canal
Pecan in between her teeth
She became Donna Reed
I became the United States
Born to be Hollywood greats
Make mistakes

But will we ever become that one?
Joined together in the perfect Sunday
Perfect Sunday sun

We drive over the Golden Gate
Down to San Francisco Bay
Ice cream in between her smile
She became Madeleine
I became altered states
Born to be Hitchcock greats
Making remakes

But will we ever become that one?
Joined together in the perfect Sunday
Perfect Sunday Sun