Wasted Early Sunday Morning

You're not the sun, it's just a light
Waking early Sunday morning
You're not my church, it's just the bells
Ringing sweetly through the houseAnd in this sense of mine, you're not an answer
And I'm not this prayerYou're still in reach, I please myself
Wasting early Sunday morning
You're not my lead, you're just my help
Talk the edge off shear denialAnd in this state of mine, you're what I want
Nothing close to what I needI breathe you in, breathe you in
Breathe you in, I breathe you in
Breathe you inSuit yourself, lose myself
Breaking early Sunday morning
You're not the sun, you're not my church
I still hold some self controlBut in this sense of mine, I'm still too high
Look, no handsI breathe you in, breathe you in
Breathe you in, I breathe you in
Breathe you inI breathe you in, I breathe you in
I breathe you in, I breathe you in
I breathe you in