sunday

Mmm, mmm (ah-ah, ah) Mmm-mhm, mmm-mhm (ah-ah, ah) Mmm-mhm, mmm-mhm (ah-ah, ah) Mama says I'm up to no good again I couldn't make her proud, though I did my best I feel like I'm a mess, I feel like I'm stuck in the wrong skin I feel like I'm sick, but I'm having trouble swallowing my medicine Ah-ah, ah Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water Wash me clean, I'm still struggling (ah-ah, ah) Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling? (Ah-ah, ah) Mmm-mhm Mmm (ah-ah, ah) I keep God locked in a picture frame So I feel a little better 'bout my numbered days Yeah, I confess, the questions and the answers seem to sound the same I'm just like the rest, standing tall pretending not to be afraid Ah-ah, ah Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water Wash me clean, I'm still struggling Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling? (Ah, ah, ah) Sunday, come around, lift me up again Never too proud for a helping hand I've been feeling down Can you hear me now? (Ah, ah, ah) Sunday, come around, lift me up again I'm never too proud for a helping hand I've been feeling down Can you hear me now? (Can you hear me now?) Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water Wash me clean, I'm still struggling (ah, ah, ah) Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling? (Ah, ah, ah) Mmm-mhm Mmm-mhm (ah-ah, ah) Mmm-mhm Mmm-mhm (ah-ah, ah)