it's alright   got to tell myself it's alright   everything that I envied I have become   where to now   now that I've been lost and found   buried in the afternoon   breathless and snowbound      safe as the ocean   shine like a motor car   seven of Sundays   of course you are      coming down   ice cream and a towel wrapped around   flowing hair the swallows me   follows me down   it's OK   twisted sheets and endless rainy days   channels flash across your face   silence surrounds you      safe as the ocean   shine like a motor car   seven of Sundays   of course you are   seven of Sundays   safe as the ocean   shine like a motor car   seven of Sundays   of course you are   seven of Sundays   seven of Sundays   seven of Sundays   of course you are