Track 9 of the live album Live at the Village Hall, Teacups Included · 2022
Lazy Sunday, Dial Me Up
“Sunday afternoon and a warm phone. We slowed it down and sang the verses cheek to cheek.”
xinyao · live romantic · smooth acoustic · 2:49
Lyrics
Sunday afternoon and the phone is warm in my hand You're a world away, but I can see where you stand There's a cup in your hand and a sun in your hair And the whole wide sky is a bridge to there Lazy Sunday, dial me up Pour me a song in a chipped tin cup Tell me about your week, your wild and your small Lazy Sunday, you're the best call of all You hold the phone toward the window so I can see the rain I hold mine to the garden and the washing on the lane We trade our little weathers, yours and mine Two screens making sunshine, line by line Lazy Sunday, dial me up Pour me a song in a chipped tin cup Tell me about your week, your wild and your small Lazy Sunday, you're the best call of all We used to sing on the steps by the old school gate Now we sing through the signal, never mind if we're late The hours are different but the tune is the same And every time we sing it, it's saying your name So stay a little longer, there's nowhere else to go The kettle's boiling softly and the afternoon is slow When we hang up, I'll hum until it's night And dream you in the corner of the light Lazy Sunday, dial me up Pour me a song in a chipped tin cup Tell me about your week, your wild and your small Lazy Sunday, you're the best call of all Dial me up Dial me up Lazy Sunday