Amen, amen, are you a friend or are you a lover? When we don't talk to each other I get tired again You said I don't feel like you have understood a thing I've said all day; I said I think I did but I just move too fast And I got into my car and sat there in the quiet True lovers, true lovers, true lovers, they don't fight I thought when I found someone it would be easy like Sunday morning Now I know that nothing's easy, nothing's easy but Sunday morning I live in your house, I sleep in that bed And now that I've arrived here I want to stay there till I'm dead