you're not the sun
it's just a light
waking on a sunday morningyou're not the church
it's just the bells
ringing sweetly through the houseand if this sense of mind
you got an answer
and I am not this rare
you're still in reach
I please myself
wasting 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 needI breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you insuit 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 mind
I'm still too high
look no handsI breathe you in
breathe you in
breathe you in
breathe you in
breathe you in(i breathe you
i breathe you
i breathe you
i breathe you
i breathe you)
