Letra de 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 an answer And I am 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 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