written by Leah Andreone and Rick Neigher

Charming you's a challenge

You've got these strings attached like bondage

For you I'll bring the holy house down

We'll get some peace and help our sorrows drown

Lay at the altar with me

Let's live deviantly

Maybe through you I can find God



Don't tell me that you love me

It seems so final that you love me

Even the blind see

It looks better when there's mystery

Can't lay my hands on you

It'd be selfish it's true

Cuz healing you could heal me too



Wrong is right come Sunday morning

We'll see the light come Sunday morning

Forgive ourselves come Sunday morning

Sunday Sunday



Invade my space invade my mind

Your intervention is so divine

Daddy I'm diggin' on your dark side

No more fingerprints on you that aren't mine

Can you de-program me

Help I need somebody

Everything I see I do I taste is part of you



Wrong is right come Sunday morning

We'll see the light come Sunday morning

Forgive ourselves come Sunday morning

Sunday Sunday



The sky is falling mayday mayday

My idle hands are getting weak

My mind's ignoring what they're saying

No one's perfect seven days a week



Wrong is right come Sunday morning

We'll see the light come Sunday morning

Forgive ourselves come Sunday morning

Sunday Sunday

Sunday Sunday