Lyrics:

You're not the sun, it's just a light,

Waking early sunday morning,

You're not my church,

It's just the bells,

Ringing sweetly through the house,

And in this sense of mine,

You're not this prayer.

You're still in reach,

I please myself,

Wasting early sunday morning

You're not my lead,

You're just my help,

Talk the edge off sheer denial

And in this state of mine

You're what I want,

Nothing closeto what I need

I breathe you in x4

Suit yourself,lose myself

Breaking early sunday morning

You're not the sun

You're not my church,

I still hold some self-control,

But in this sense of mine

I'm still too high, look no hands

I breathe you in x4