Sunday Morning - Acoustic

Lyrics
[Verse 1] I chose all the right songs Played all the right chords Till the kids who still weren't singing Praised the Lord And the pastor yelled About faith and hell And I soundtracked his words for affect [Pre-Chorus 1] And everyone cried and cried and cried Everyone cried and cried and cried And then we played kickball [Chorus 1] Well is God just a feeling You can use at your will? Beat your heart inside the loving Pull the trigger when you kill Well your promise of a new life Read closer to a warning So I don't blame anyone for passing What gets sold on Sunday morning [Tag] On Sunday morning [Verse 2] Adrian sighed aloud And she closed the door Poured a high ball of Jamison Opened her eyes some more Asked did the Holy Spirit move? I used to do those drugs too But you can only come down that hard so often [Pre-Chorus 2] I insisted we aren't all that way And I know He listens when I pray And then we fought about Friedrich Nietzsche [Chorus 2] Well is God just a feeling That I use at my will Like Elijah and his ravens Gideon in the hills That promise of a new life Read closer to a warning So I don't blame anyone for passing What gets sold on Sunday morning [Tag] On Sunday morning [Verse 3] She woke at dawn Put a thin dress on And we walked to Saint Joseph's Cathedral She made a cross with her wrists Said you know what I miss? Being lost, then being found [Chorus 3] So we danced and we sang Gold Dust Woman Making promises I knew I shouldn't She said stop trying to rescue me I need more than a good feeling Is that what you're offering? On Sunday morning [Outro] On Sunday morning Sunday morning
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Credits
- Writers
- Tyson Motsenbocker