| Song | Forget To Remember (Sunday Mornings) |
| Artist | Autumn |
| Album | My New Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hello again, familiar morning routine | |
| Time's ebbing away, but I feel no rush today | |
| No urge, no hurry, just the rhythm of the rain | |
| Sliding by, not here... | |
| I’m not nearly, nearly there | |
| So it’s back to black again in the early morning hours | |
| How I'd love to run away from the dogma that devours me | |
| So what’s different about this morning? The setting's the same as everyday | |
| Who can tell what rearranged the rain | |
| To wash my fears away? | |
| There is so much more to living, so much more of the divine to gain | |
| for this silent colony bathing in the morning rain | |
| So it’s back to black again in the early morning hours | |
| How I'd love to run away from the dogma that devours me | |
| So it’s back to black again but I’m thinking of the escaping from the dull | |
| monotony and the Sundays that are breaking me... I break me | |
| The stage is set for saints to fall and cleared for cowards to surprise | |
| It took me time to realise the life I lived and left behind | |
| is better off a memory | |
| Let's see what dreams I find |
| Hello again, familiar morning routine | |
| Time' s ebbing away, but I feel no rush today | |
| No urge, no hurry, just the rhythm of the rain | |
| Sliding by, not here... | |
| I' m not nearly, nearly there | |
| So it' s back to black again in the early morning hours | |
| How I' d love to run away from the dogma that devours me | |
| So what' s different about this morning? The setting' s the same as everyday | |
| Who can tell what rearranged the rain | |
| To wash my fears away? | |
| There is so much more to living, so much more of the divine to gain | |
| for this silent colony bathing in the morning rain | |
| So it' s back to black again in the early morning hours | |
| How I' d love to run away from the dogma that devours me | |
| So it' s back to black again but I' m thinking of the escaping from the dull | |
| monotony and the Sundays that are breaking me... I break me | |
| The stage is set for saints to fall and cleared for cowards to surprise | |
| It took me time to realise the life I lived and left behind | |
| is better off a memory | |
| Let' s see what dreams I find |
| Hello again, familiar morning routine | |
| Time' s ebbing away, but I feel no rush today | |
| No urge, no hurry, just the rhythm of the rain | |
| Sliding by, not here... | |
| I' m not nearly, nearly there | |
| So it' s back to black again in the early morning hours | |
| How I' d love to run away from the dogma that devours me | |
| So what' s different about this morning? The setting' s the same as everyday | |
| Who can tell what rearranged the rain | |
| To wash my fears away? | |
| There is so much more to living, so much more of the divine to gain | |
| for this silent colony bathing in the morning rain | |
| So it' s back to black again in the early morning hours | |
| How I' d love to run away from the dogma that devours me | |
| So it' s back to black again but I' m thinking of the escaping from the dull | |
| monotony and the Sundays that are breaking me... I break me | |
| The stage is set for saints to fall and cleared for cowards to surprise | |
| It took me time to realise the life I lived and left behind | |
| is better off a memory | |
| Let' s see what dreams I find |