Sunday
Auditorium Lyrics


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Sunday
We woke up and you made us coffee
I don't tend to drink it
But everything that touches your hands
Is slowly becoming the things that
I want to and need to
Be part of the plan
We walked out your door
And the city was singing
On Prospect Park West
There were old men and women
Just dancing to old songs
The kind that would play
When your parents were sleeping
Inside their old homes
Dreaming while their parents
touched and grew bold
And then we stopped and stared
Up at the clouds
For we had noticed that they'd opened up
And so had the crowd
The first snow
We all cheered
And I grabbed your face in my hands
And I kissed you and I promised you
That some day
Our best days won't only be Sundays
The world will unfold all around
I wanna go a thousand directions
For just us
And we'll close our eyes
And we'll spin around
Our fingers outstretched
As we fall down
And wherever chance has
Decided that you and I should both be
Guided then that's what we'll aim for
There's no sense of planning




for joy we've been told
But every Sunday we can't help but hope

Overall Meaning

The song "Sunday" by Auditorium paints a vivid image of a Sunday morning spent with a loved one. It talks about how even the small things, like making coffee, take on a special significance when they are done by the person you love. The song takes us on a lyrical journey through the city, where the couple walks out of the door and discovers a beautiful snowy day in Prospect Park West. The snow prompts them to reflect on the promise of future happiness and challenges.


The song is a tribute to the joy and hope found in simple moments. The couple in the song is not concerned with what the future will bring, but is choosing to bask in the present and enjoy the moment. The lyrics suggest that the couple is content with the idea that their best days may only come on Sundays, but they will still cherish them. The song is a reminder to appreciate the beauty of the world around us and to find happiness in the little things.


Overall, "Sunday" is a beautiful and poetic tribute to the power of love and the joy that comes from living in the moment. It encourages us to find hope and joy in the present, even as we look forward to an unknown future.


Line by Line Meaning

We woke up and you made us coffee
We started our day enjoying something you prepared for us


I don't tend to drink it
Although I don't usually consume it


But everything that touches your hands
Anything that you touch


Is slowly becoming the things that
Gradually transforms into things


I want to and need to
That I desire and require


Be part of the plan
To be included in what was intended


We walked out your door
We exited your house


And the city was singing
And the place was lively


On Prospect Park West
At a location called Prospect Park West


There were old men and women
Seniors of both genders were present


Just dancing to old songs
Dancing to tunes from the past


The kind that would play
Music that typically tunes


When your parents were sleeping
When your mother and father were asleep


Inside their old homes
In their former houses


Dreaming while their parents
Fantasizing while their predecessors


touched and grew bold
Interacted and became more confident in themselves


And then we stopped and stared
We paused and observed


Up at the clouds
Toward the sky's fluffy masses


For we had noticed that they'd opened up
We saw that they had separated


And so had the crowd
And so did the spectators


The first snow
The initial snowfall


We all cheered
We all expressed excitement


And I grabbed your face in my hands
I held your face in my palms


And I kissed you and I promised you
And I kissed you and made a pledge


That some day
That at some point


Our best days won't only be Sundays
Sundays won't be the only great days we have


The world will unfold all around
The universe will reveal itself everywhere


I wanna go a thousand directions
I want to travel in countless ways


For just us
For us alone


And we'll close our eyes
And we'll shut our eyes


And we'll spin around
And we'll rotate


Our fingers outstretched
With our fingers extended


As we fall down
As we descend


And wherever chance has
And wherever fate takes us


Decided that you and I should both be
Decreed that both of us should be


Guided then that's what we'll aim for
We'll aim for following that path


There's no sense of planning
It's pointless to plan


for joy we've been told
For what we've been informed gives us pleasure


But every Sunday we can't help but hope
Nevertheless, every Sunday we cannot avoid anticipating happiness




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Comments from YouTube:

@FrancisFabricates

Really beautiful work

@SpaceMoose

Love it!

@marianneheloise6447

Wonderful!

@monolith_g

I had to watch twice but I get it. Thought they were alive… at first I was like that’s weird but then I think that’s part of the point. I can be slow in the uptake

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