LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song

Quarter past seven on Sunday morning

I hear a voice that softly asks me

Are you awake yet, Dad?

Will you come downstairs with me?

Do you have to work later or are you free today?

And will you go out with me for a bit?

How fast time flies

Just yesterday I saw her for the first time

She lay here in my arms

She's so beautiful

And how good time looks on her

I blink my eyes

And see she's changed a little once more

But no matter how big she gets

In my eyes she'll always stay small

Quarter past seven on Sunday morning

I hear the front door open very softly

And I fall asleep at ease

She's home

I'd much rather have gone to pick her up

But she had asked me

If I wouldn't be standing there

By now she finds her way home

And

How fast time flies

Just yesterday I saw her for the first time

She lay here in my arms

She's so beautiful

How good time looks on her

I blink my eyes

And see she's changed a little once more

But no matter how big she gets

In my eyes she'll always stay small

And sometimes when I close my eyes

We walk together on the beach

Her little hand in mine

And then she pauses time for a moment

For a moment it's just like back then

And she needs me again

I hold her tight

The way she was

I hold her tight

Quarter past seven on Sunday morning

She hears my voice softly waking her

Today's your big day

She's so beautiful

And how good time looks on her

I blink my eyes

And I see how her heart

Now belongs to somebody else for good

But wherever she may be

In my thoughts she's here with me

In my eyes she'll always stay small