Sundays Counting Crows

Coloured rubbers and a bedroom set
I wouldn’t know it if it hit me
You take a little step and then it feels like love
I think I better get a little of it in me

Give me a kiss
I think it feels like love
Give me a kiss
I think it feels like sunshine
C'mon, baby, light me up
I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind

You think that you can do without me
I can't do anything at all
You think that you can do without me
But I don't believe in Sundays
And I don't believe in anything at all

[Verse 2]
Your mother made you in a parking lot
My mother made me out of flesh and wire
Try to remember what you might forget
I try to remember everything
Try to remember so you don't disappear
Try to remember so you don't fade away
Your mother made you out of smoke and rain
Your mother made you in a fire that's fading