Wasted early sunday morning
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
Writer(s): Liam Coverdale-howe, Chris Corner, Ian Pickering
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