It's sunday morning and I have returned

I'm here on the edges with something I've learned

And I'm warmer and stronger and it's easier to smile

And the pain I was holdings not only inside

I'm back in this chapelle on its stone floor

And the lights seems less awesome

And I've visited Helene and washed all my clothes

And it's all getting clearer the simpler it goes

And I don't need as much as I did before



There's somebody waiting my bums getting cold

So I get off this stone floor and hear for the door

And there's no holy water but I'm not dry

And there's things on my sunday list I cannot find

But the oranges are sweet here and the coffee is strong

And these moments above ground they're enough to move on



And there's no holy water but I'm not dry

And there's things on my sunday list I cannot find

But the oranges are sweet here and the coffee is strong

And these moments above ground they're enough to move on