you're not the sunit's just a lightwaking on a sunday morningyou're not the churchit's just the bellsringing swee tly through the houseand if this sense of mindyou got an answerand i am not this rareyou're still in reachi please myself wasted early sunday morningyou're not my leadyou're just my helptuck me in just deniedand in this state of mindyou want a wantnothing close to what i needi breath you inbreath you inbreath you inbreath you inbreath you inyou suit yourself lose myselfbreaking up a sunday morningyou're not the sunyou're not my churchi still hold some self controlBut in this s ense of mindStill too highwith no handsi breath you inbreath you inbreath you inbreath you inbreath you in(i breath y oui breath youi breath youi breath youi breath you)