Wasted Early Sunday Morning - Sneaker Pimps

Youre not the sun, its just a light,

Waking early sunday morning,

Youre not my church,

Its just the bells,

Ringing sweetly through the house,

And in this sense of mine,

Youre not this prayer.

Youre still in reach,

I please myself,

Wasting early sunday morning

Youre not my lead,

Youre just my help,

Talk the edge off sheer denial

And in this state of mine

Youre what I want,

Nothing closeto what I need

I breathe you in x4

Suit yourself, lose myself

Breaking early sunday morning

Youre not the sun

Youre not my church,

I still hold some self-control,

But in this sense of mine

Im still too high, look no hands

I breathe you in x4