Brainstorm

Let's pretend it's a sunday morning
We'll go out, feeding pigeons
I'll take you on hands till the bridge
Though i can tell
You won't listen to my words, to my words
I'm saying
All the ships are stuck in a harbour
As the river is full of flowers, my love
Let's go out, let's go out, it's sunday
All the cinemas open till midnight
Oh, this life seems such a funny game
While the water turns into wine
Priests will bless and promise us heaven
I can tell
You don't listen to my words, to my words
I'm saying
What a day, what a day is invented
Sorry, days like these can't be rented
What a chance, what a chance is given
And i would be a fool
If i didn't try