Let’s pretend Sundays last forever
and spend hours drowsing in the sun.
Let stress slowly fade, like a passing parade
and our cares will seem light as feathers.

I hear clouds still collage on blue canvas,
and deciduous leaves turned bright colors
we’ll picnic, we’ll laugh, and lay in the grass
and this Sunday will outshine all the others.

The day is cold
But the water is warm
And I’ll sit for just one more minute
To hide out from the storm

For one minute more
I’ll lay in the tub
won’t think about stress
Just watch the water fill up

Just one more minute
I’ll feel my hands start to prune
But I won’t be worried
I’ll be out of the tub soon

Just 60 more seconds
But oh the waters so nice
Would it be so bad
If I did my one minute twice?

I could lay here forever
And forget all of my troubles
If I could only stay here
And get lost in the bubbles

They’ll tell me to leave
That my water bill will soar
But what’ll I care
On my own bathroom shore

For just one more minute
I can fake my bliss
Because really
How could it get much better than this

I know this water
It’s safe and secure
But the world outside
I can never endure

So I’ll lay in the bath
To evade my self doubt
And sit in the water
Until the water runs out