Come Sunday Morning
Charming you's a challenge
You've got these strings attached like bondage
For you I'll bring the holy house down
We'll get some peace and help our sorrows drown
Lay at the altar with me
Let's live deviantly
Maybe, through you I can find God
Don't tell me that you love me
It seems so final that you love me
Even the blind see
It looks better when there's mystery
Can't lay my hands on you
It'd be selfish, it's true
'Cuz healing you could heal me too
Wrong is right, come Sunday morning
We'll see the light, come Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves, come Sunday morning
Sunday, Sunday
Invade my space, invade my mind
Your intervention is so divine
Daddy, I'm diggin' on your dark side
No more fingerprints on you that aren't mine
Can you de-program me?
Help, I need somebody
Everything I see, I do
I taste, is part of you
Wrong is right, come Sunday morning
We'll see the light, come Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves, come Sunday morning
Sunday, Sunday
The sky is falling mayday, mayday
My idle hands are getting weak
My mind's ignoring what they're saying
No one's perfect seven days a week
Wrong is right, come Sunday morning
We'll see the light, come Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves, come Sunday morning
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
You've got these strings attached like bondage
For you I'll bring the holy house down
We'll get some peace and help our sorrows drown
Lay at the altar with me
Let's live deviantly
Maybe, through you I can find God
Don't tell me that you love me
It seems so final that you love me
Even the blind see
It looks better when there's mystery
Can't lay my hands on you
It'd be selfish, it's true
'Cuz healing you could heal me too
Wrong is right, come Sunday morning
We'll see the light, come Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves, come Sunday morning
Sunday, Sunday
Invade my space, invade my mind
Your intervention is so divine
Daddy, I'm diggin' on your dark side
No more fingerprints on you that aren't mine
Can you de-program me?
Help, I need somebody
Everything I see, I do
I taste, is part of you
Wrong is right, come Sunday morning
We'll see the light, come Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves, come Sunday morning
Sunday, Sunday
The sky is falling mayday, mayday
My idle hands are getting weak
My mind's ignoring what they're saying
No one's perfect seven days a week
Wrong is right, come Sunday morning
We'll see the light, come Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves, come Sunday morning
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
Credits
Writer(s): Rick Neigher, Leah Andreone
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.