Track 10 of the album Corazón de Domingo · 2018
Cinnamon Rolls and Quiet Sundays
by Max Solano
“Rain on the roof, rolls in the oven, and nowhere to be. I close with this one because it's what a Sunday should feel like.”
latin pop · latin pop · cosy pop · bolero-pop · 2:46
Lyrics
Rain on the roof and nowhere to be Cinnamon rolls rising, just for me Flour on my cheek and a slow guitar Sunday morning is exactly who we are Slow, slow, slow it down Nobody's rushing into town Cinnamon rolls and quiet Sundays Warm and sweet, no hurry, no haste Cinnamon rolls and quiet Sundays Not a minute here to waste Baby, stay a little while Share the kitchen, share the smile Cinnamon rolls and quiet Sundays This is how the good days taste Sleepy slippers on the kitchen tile Radio humming, we stay a while Icing on a spoon, the windows steamed Better than any dream we ever dreamed Slow, slow, slow it down Nobody's rushing into town Cinnamon rolls and quiet Sundays Warm and sweet, no hurry, no haste Cinnamon rolls and quiet Sundays Not a minute here to waste Baby, stay a little while Share the kitchen, share the smile Cinnamon rolls and quiet Sundays This is how the good days taste Clap, clap, little clap Gentle morning, take a nap Sweet and simple, that's the plan Hold my hand, hold my hand Cinnamon rolls and quiet Sundays Warm and sweet, no hurry, no haste Cinnamon rolls and quiet Sundays Not a minute here to waste Baby, stay a little while Share the kitchen, share the smile Cinnamon rolls and quiet Sundays This is how the good days taste Cinnamon rolls and quiet Sundays