you're not the sun

it's just a light

waking on a sunday morning



you're not the church

it's just the bells

ringing sweetly through the house



and if this sense of mind

you got an answer

and i am not this rare

you're still in reach

i please myself

wasted early sunday morning



you're not my lead

you're just my help

tuck me in just denied

and in this state of mind

you want a want

nothing close to what i need



i breath you in

breath you in

breath you in

breath you in

breath you in



you suit yourself

lose myself

breaking up a sunday morning

you're not the sun

you're not my church

i still hold some self control



But in this sense of mind

Still too high

with no hands



i breath you in

breath you in

breath you in

breath you in

breath you in



(i breath you

i breath you

i breath you

i breath you

i breath you)