Sunday Morning

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Sunday morning, rise again

Waking from a week long dead end

Sing it loud and scream it out

This is what it's all about isn't it?

With a stale stomach and a guilty conscience

I don't believe a single one of my promises

That I utter in the dark

Hold my hand over my heart and hope to die

Sunday morning, I'll be damned

Dead leaves on a fruitless branch

Destined to be cut

Your house became a museum

I am just an artifact of what your love can become

But they're crushing your carpentry between their fists

Deciding what you'd say if you ever got the chance

Now I'm burning both ends

I'm your liar and your friend

As if I could ever be both at once

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Sunday morning, rise again

Waking from a week long dread

Of what I'll find when I open my eyes