You're not the sun
It's just the light
Waking early Sunday morning
You're not my church
It's just the bells
Ringing sweetly through the house

And if this sense of mind
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
Take the edge off sheer denial

And in this state of mind
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
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 mind
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

I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in