Lyrics

Wake up in the morning when the sun shines in Half awake, half asleep until you chime in The clock striking its final chords So get up, get out, rise and shine for the house of the Lord He knows where my dreams have been But I still shower off that liquid sin Down the road, chasin' Sunday sunlight Wondering if you're feeling alright about last night I can't quite concentrate, sit up straight, we're late But my mind's still back in my bed The preist starts talking My soul goes walking I bow my head Cause as soon as I close my eyes Brings me back to my temple in between those thighs My mind does a full eclipse And the world dissolves while I'm worshiping your lips Your flames get hotter Your holy water drips down your hips as it turns to Sunday So I get on my knees and pray Get on my knees and pray Father, son, and the holy ghost I'm trapped with the people that I love the most I drift off and begin to dream My thoughts streaming, your voice ringing, my body singing it back Relax, when we first met I bet you never guessed we'd be full speed ahead Now I can't get the taste of your sweat and your wet lips out of my head Cause as soon as I close my eyes Brings me back to my temple in between those thighs My mind does a full eclipse And the world dissolves while I'm worshiping your lips Your flames get hotter Your holy water drips down your hips as it turns to Sunday So I get on my knees and pray I kneel at the shrine I eat from the vine Drinking your wine I'm feeling your spine Bending to my design And it's all mine I'm begging you for one more crawl I wanna feel your waterfall, fall Hush, don't make a sound The service is over in the king's been corwned I manage just a soft amen Then I close my eyes to visit you and I again The flames get hotter Your holy water Drips down your hips as it turns to Sunday So I get on my knees and As soon as I close my eyes Brings me back to my temple in between those thighs My mind does a full eclipse And the world dissolves while I'm worshiping your lips Your flames get hotter Your holy water drips down your hips as it turns to Sunday I get on my knees and pray Get on my knees and pray
Writer(s): Teddy Geiger, Julian C. Bunetta, Ruth Anne Cunningham, Harrison Gordon Mills, Clayton Joseph Knight, John Ryan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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