Sunday in September

#SundayInSeptember #SoftRockBallad #Afterlight #AcousticLoveSong Sunday in September strips Afterlight down to its most intimate form. Instead of a huge synth-driven arrangement, this song begins almost entirely with piano, acoustic guitar, and voice. It is about remembering one quiet Sunday with someone you loved — not because anything dramatic happened, but because nothing needed to. Lyrics: [Verse 1] You made coffee while the record played September light was falling through the shade Your hair was tied up, barefoot on the floor I don't remember needing any more The neighbors' children shouted down the street You folded laundry humming out of key Nothing happened anyone would write But somehow I remember every light [Chorus] It was Sunday in September Nothing special, nothing grand Just your coffee on the table And your fingers in my hand Funny what the heart remembers When the years have had their say I forgot a thousand birthdays But I remember that Sunday [Verse 2] We walked to buy some bread around eleven You said the weather almost felt like heaven We stopped to pet a dog outside the store And talked about a house we couldn't afford No fireworks exploded in the sky No promises, no dramatic goodbye Just ordinary hours passing through And somehow ordinary felt brand new [Chorus] It was Sunday in September Nothing special, nothing grand Just your coffee on the table And your fingers in my hand Funny what the heart remembers When the years have had their say I forgot a thousand birthdays But I remember that Sunday [Bridge] Maybe love is not the thunder Maybe love is making tea Knowing how I take my coffee Saving half the bed for me Maybe heaven isn't somewhere Maybe heaven passed that way On an ordinary morning On an ordinary day [Instrumental] (A warm acoustic guitar and piano interlude with a soft saxophone entering only for a few restrained melodic lines.) [Final Chorus] It was Sunday in September Now a lifetime's passed somehow And I would trade a hundred evenings For one quiet morning now Funny what the heart remembers What it keeps and what it throws away I forgot so many endings But I remember that Sunday [Outro] Sunday in September... Coffee getting cold... You beside the window... And me still coming home... (Fade with acoustic guitar, piano and barely audible room ambience.)