Sunday

When the world looks at me, I wonder what they see

Underneath these eyes

Oh, smiles masquerade as pain

And grow up to be shame and leave me with a lie

I know they, they don't see my flaws

Or these hidden scars and all the mess I made

Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya

Here's my hallelujah, every single day, I'm runnin' to your grace

I'm tired of this dirty heart that keeps our worlds apart

I need your loving fire (Need your loving fire)

And even in these church clothes, I can't dress up my soul

To be free is my desire

I'm so far from where they think I am

But when I raise my hands, I'm reachin' out for life

Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya

Here's my hallelujah, every single day I'm runnin' to your grace

I know they, they don't see my flaws

Or these hidden scars and all the mess I made

Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya

Here's my hallelujah, every single day I'm runnin' to your grace

Running to your grace, oh

I need it every day

Ah

Yeah, that's fun, that was fun