Max Ferguson - Sundays at Ten Lyrics

I remember when Sundays at 10 was the only thing that kept me going
The world would disappear, she felt so near
The ideas and the conversation flowing
We'd laugh like little children. She'd tell me jokes she'd heard
I'd sing her songs I'd written. I wanna go back then to Sundays at 10
Oh I remember when Sundays at 10, was the refuge that we both were seeking
I couldn't wait until, time stood still
From the moment that we started speaking
Our words would travel skyward, and beam from satellites
I always gave her my word. I held a poet's pen, Sundays at 10
Hey I remember when Sundays at 10 was the tonic that would always cure me
We'd talk into the night. Everything was right
Everyone else would just bore me
We'd go to foreign places; our words would pay the fare
I wouldn't see other faces. I prayed and said "Amen," Sundays at 10
I remember when Sundays at 10, was a trip I wanted to last much longer
Every time we'd speak, my heart would grow weak
But it seemed our love grew a little stronger
A private world of ours, where no one else could go
Minutes turned into hours. Oh I long to go back when, it was Sundays at 10
Hey I remember when Sundays at 10 made me feel like she was my twin sister
As much as I loved her, as close as we were
The funny thing is, I never even kissed her
Her words would always move me. I held onto every one
It felt just like a movie. Never had a better friend. Sundays at 10
Oh I remember when Sundays at 10 was a party that we both knew was ending
We wanted it to last, but it went by so fast
There was no use in pretending
We knew the end was nearing, but neither one would say
What both of us were fearing. I'd kill to go back then, to Sundays at 10

I remember when Sundays at 10 was the only thing that kept me going
The world would disappear, she felt so near
The ideas and the conversation flowing
We'd laugh like little children. She'd tell me jokes she'd heard
I'd sing her songs I'd written. I wanna go back then to Sundays at 10
Oh I remember when Sundays at 10, was the refuge that we both were seeking
I couldn't wait until, time stood still
From the moment that we started speaking
Our words would travel skyward, and beam from satellites
I always gave her my word. I held a poet's pen, Sundays at 10
Hey I remember when Sundays at 10 was the tonic that would always cure me
We'd talk into the night. Everything was right
Everyone else would just bore me
We'd go to foreign places; our words would pay the fare
I wouldn't see other faces. I prayed and said "Amen," Sundays at 10
I remember when Sundays at 10, was a trip I wanted to last much longer
Every time we'd speak, my heart would grow weak
But it seemed our love grew a little stronger
A private world of ours, where no one else could go
Minutes turned into hours. Oh I long to go back when, it was Sundays at 10
Hey I remember when Sundays at 10 made me feel like she was my twin sister
As much as I loved her, as close as we were
The funny thing is, I never even kissed her
Her words would always move me. I held onto every one
It felt just like a movie. Never had a better friend. Sundays at 10
Oh I remember when Sundays at 10 was a party that we both knew was ending
We wanted it to last, but it went by so fast
There was no use in pretending
We knew the end was nearing, but neither one would say
What both of us were fearing. I'd kill to go back then, to Sundays at 10