Sunday in the Park

We watch as the boats sail down the coastline
I smile as your fingers find their way to mine
I am lost in a dream, maybe perhaps we’re inside of a painting
Baby, you are Sunday in the park
You put on your coat, I’ll wear my red dress
The dog is eating our lunch, I couldn’t care less
I am lost in your eyes, where points of a thousand bright colors collide
Baby, you are Sunday in the park
The kids have all moved away, we’re growing older
The crowds have thinned in the park, it’s getting colder
I’m still lost in your kiss, so tell me that we’ll spend forever like this
Baby, you are Sunday in the park
Baby, you are Sunday… in the park
Oh-oh-ooh-oooh
Oh-oh-ooh-oooh, oh-ooh