[Intro] (Warm vinyl crackle) (Heavy, slightly muffled walking bassline enters) (Lazy, clean guitar melody with heavy chorus effect) [Verse 1] Dust motes dancing in a sliver of light Kettleβs screaming but weβre staying out of sight Youβre buried in the duvet, just a mess of blonde and cotton Every Monday morning worry is officially forgotten Iβm staring at the ceiling fan, watching it spin slow Nowhere in the world that we really need to go [Chorus] Itβs that Sunday gravity Pulling us down into the upholstery No clocks, no shoes, no place we gotta be Just sinking in deep, babe, you and me (Short, funky bass fill) [Verse 2] Cold coffee sitting in a chipped ceramic mug Weβre just two shadows melting into the rug You mention something 'bout the grocery list I answer with a yawn and a flick of the wrist The radio is static, but the rhythm is right We can stay in this orbit 'til the coming of the night [Chorus] Itβs that Sunday gravity Pulling us down into the upholstery No clocks, no shoes, no place we gotta be Just sinking in deep, babe, you and me [Bridge] (Tempo stays at 85 BPM, but the bass gets more melodic) (Hazy, washed-out guitar soloβlots of slide and reverb) (Faint sound of a dog barking far off in the neighborhood) [Outro] Keep the curtains drawn... Yeah, don't let the Monday in yet... (Husky humming along with the bassline) (Guitar slowly detunes and fades) (Vinyl crackle persists for five seconds) [End]
