- Sunday Morning 6 A.M. 歌词 Paul Scott Goodman Ann Marie Milazzo Patrick Wilson Sharon Leal
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- Sharon Leal Sunday Morning 6 A.M. 歌词
- Paul Scott Goodman Ann Marie Milazzo Patrick Wilson Sharon Leal
- Ensemble: It's way after dark
A new day is dawning
Sunday morning heartbreak
Jamie: I'm heady and light
Flimsy as silk
Battered and bruised
As this carton of milk
Mary O'Brien McCann: Jamie,
I am Mary O'Brien McCann
I'm a student at NYU
I am missing
I was last seen in Washington Square
Wearing a sweater and blouse
I am missing
Please, could you find me?
Please don't go
Please, could you find me?
Please don't go
Don't go
Both: Don't go
Jamie: Don't go
Amanda: Jamie
Jamie: Amanda?
Amanda: Tonight, tonight let's go to Old EI
I read about it on a New York Magazine
We'll spend the day together in
The bubble-maker, sugar sweet trouble
Jamie: Amanda
Amanda: Take a walk around the block
Jamie: Amanda
Amanda: Pick up some supplies
Hey, husband, buy your Sunday Times
And come home soon
Don't forget to go to Zito's
The smell of fresh beaked bread turns me on
Isn't this a beautiful Sunday?
Isn't this a beautiful Sunday?
Jamie: Amanda, I can see that Sunday now
Amanda, my typer was hyper all day that day
And later that night the words fell from the sky
And I plucked them off the rooftops from Manhattan
And I wrote them down for you and I
How long has it been since you left me, Amanda?
Amanda: Three months, maybe four
I don't count anymore
Jamie: I don't count anymore
Both: Wasn't that a beautiful Sunday?
Wasn't that a beautiful Sunday?
Amanda: In our darling little hovel
Jamie: Before you became a model
Amanda: And you threw away your novel
Jamie: The Great American Novel
Amanda: At the end of Chapter Four
Jamie: My typer isn't hyper anymore
Statue of Liberty: You are not the kind of boy
Who should be coming home
At this time of the morning
Heartbreak, Sunday Morning, 6 A.M.
All messed up, no place to go
So, tell me, what would mother say?
So say, pray, what would brother say?
I think it's time you face the fact
Your wife has run away
Come let the darkness rise
Open your eyes
Bright lights, big city
Bright lights, big city
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