Sundays - Freddie Lewis (Official Video)

My new song ’Sundays’ is out now: And I’m on tour later this year! (with Burlesque, Drag and Live Music 👀): CREDITS Performer: Cici Noir Production Assistant: Molly Davies Director, Videographer and Editor: Jai Bansuri SOCIAL MEDIA Instagram: TikTok: @freddielewiss Facebook: @freddielewisss X: Website: #FreddieLewis #Sundays #FreddieLewisSundays LYRICS I do the things I’m meant to do I hit the gym And take it one day at a time I write it down And tell a friend Breathe in for 5 And out for 10 And every day I find another way to be alright alone If I could only figure Sundays I’m making art And calling mum I’m keeping busy Trying to find myself for fun I stay out late And dance for me Then I look for you In almost everyone I meet And every day I find another way to be alright alone If I could only figure Sundays Wipe the image from my eyes Your face a something sunny and your figure folded gently into mine If I could only figure Sundays Forget the feeling of your hair On my fingertips, and to my lips, the way it felt to kiss you everywhere If I could only figure Sundays Forget the parts I want to hold The subtle times I caught your eye, and both of us imagined growing old If I could only figure Sundays I’d know exactly what to do If I could only figure how to do a Sunday without… I’ve worked out late nights in London The gigs we’d have gone to I’ve found my own parties and I’ve gone there just me Day trips and holidays The hotels we’ll never stay I’ll spread myself out wide or invite some company I’m writing, feeling, Looks like I’m healing I’m meeting new people and Spending my evenings How I want, with myself I’m caring ’bout my health I’m leaning, I’m patient I’m finding my way since you walked away But something in me just can’t quite work out Sundays The image settles in my eyes Your face a something sunny and your figure folded gently into mine If I could only figure Sundays Forget the feeling of your hair On my fingertips, and to my lips, the way it felt to kiss you everywhere If I could only figure Sundays Forget the parts I want to hold Still sometimes I see your eyes, for a second I imagine growing old If I could only figure Sundays I’d know exactly what to do If I could only figure how to do a Sunday without you