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 an answer
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 close to what I need
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
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
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
