The Shape of Sunday

[Intro]
[Verse]
Folding shirts in the hall
Shadows long on the wall
Four years packed in a crate
Nothing left to debate
Golden leaves start to fall
I don't mind it at all
[Pre-Chorus]
The Wurlitzer hums a low tune
Fading light in the afternoon
Dust motes dance in the air
Finding peace everywhere
[Chorus]
I’m not broken or blue
Just starting something new
The record skips on the floor
I don’t look for the door
Feeling light as the breeze
Living life at my ease
[Post-Chorus]
Chipped mug in my hand
Like I finally planned
Quiet days in the sun
Now the work is all done
[Verse]
Sycamore gold on the street
Autumn air feels so sweet
Your old keys on the shelf
I am back to myself
No more walking on glass
Watching the seasons pass
[Chorus]
I’m not broken or blue
Just starting something new
The record skips on the floor
I don’t look for the door
Feeling light as the breeze
Living life at my ease
[Bridge]
It wasn't a storm or a fight
Just a soft turning off of the light
We drifted like leaves on the lake
With no more promises left to break
Now the silence is kind
With a clear peace of mind
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
I’m not broken or blue
Just starting something new
The record skips on the floor
I don’t look for the door
Feeling light as the breeze
Living life at my ease
[Post-Chorus]
Chipped mug in my hand
Like I finally planned
Quiet days in the sun
Now the work is all done
[Hook]
I am light now
I am light now
I am light now
Just the shape of my day
[Outro]