Sunday - Tori Kelly

Ey yeah

Ah ey

When the world looks at me

I wonder what they see

Underneath these eyes

Oh, smiles masquerade as pain

Then 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 running to Your grace

Ey, ey, ey

I’m tired of this dirty heart

That keeps our worlds apart

I 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 reaching out for life

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

Here’s my hallelujah

Every single day, I’m running 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 running to Your grace

Running to Your grace

Ooh, I need it everyday