Stephen Cuthbert -

Little Red Table Lyrics

Those Sunday mornings
Oh way back when
I was a young boy
I must have been About 9 or 10
I'd wake up early
And creep down the stairs
Won't make a noise playing with my toys
Won't wake my mom in bed

Those Sunday mornings
Were the best I've had
Plate full of burnt toast
Watching old school shit
With my dad
Then without warning
You'd come down the stairs
Making lots of noise n playing with my toys
Then you'd wake mum up in bed


Take me back to simple
When innocence was
all we knew
Before we grew
Sitting round that little red table with you

Take me back to simple

When innocence was

all we knew

Before we grew

Sitting round that little red table with you


Though the rain was pouring
And my hands where cold
It was a dream worth chasing
Since I was around 4 years old
I loved Sunday football
It was plain to see
In the starting team family watching me
Running round and scoring goals


Now Sunday Mornings
Are a different kind
Filled up with coffee
Trying to hide my tired eyes
Now it's you I'm calling
Trying to clear my mind
Try to make some noise singing with my voice
Fight the demons hid inside

 


Take me back to simple
When innocence was
all we knew
Before we grew
Sitting round that little red table with you

Take me back to simple

When innocence was

all we knew

Before we grew

Sitting round that little red table 

Sitting round that little red table 

Sitting round that little red table with you