Teksty: Bloc Party. Sunday.

Heavy night, it was a heavy night Feels like we've come back from the dead Heavy night, it was a heavy night I cannot remember what I said to anyone If we get up now we can catch the afternoon Watch the under 15s playing football in the park Let's sit in St. Leonard's on this alcoholic day We're doing the best with what we've got I love you in the morning , When you're still hung over I love you in the morning, When you're still strung out, I work hard all week and so do you We discern to let us sleep Less orthodox creeping We need to rage through this life There might be ones who are smarter than you That have the right answers, that wear better shoes Forget about those melting ice caps We're doing the best with what we've got I love you in the morning , When you're still hung over I love you in the morning, When you're still strung out, With I'm with you, I am calm A pearl in your oyster Head on my chest, a silent smile A private kind of happiness You see, giant proclamations Are all very well But our love is louder than words I love you in the morning