sunday

Mmm, mmm (ah-ah, ah)
Mmm-mhm, mmm-mhm (ah-ah, ah)
Mmm-mhm, mmm-mhm (ah-ah, ah)

Mama says I'm up to no good again
I couldn't make her proud, though I did my best
I feel like I'm a mess, I feel like I'm stuck in the wrong skin
I feel like I'm sick, but I'm having trouble swallowing my medicine

Ah-ah, ah

Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water
Wash me clean, I'm still struggling (ah-ah, ah)
Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be
Can't you see I'm struggling? (Ah-ah, ah)

Mmm-mhm
Mmm (ah-ah, ah)

I keep God locked in a picture frame
So I feel a little better 'bout my numbered days
Yeah, I confess, the questions and the answers seem to sound the same
I'm just like the rest, standing tall pretending not to be afraid

Ah-ah, ah

Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water
Wash me clean, I'm still struggling
Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be
Can't you see I'm struggling? (Ah, ah, ah)

Sunday, come around, lift me up again
Never too proud for a helping hand
I've been feeling down
Can you hear me now? (Ah, ah, ah)

Sunday, come around, lift me up again
I'm never too proud for a helping hand
I've been feeling down
Can you hear me now? (Can you hear me now?)

Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water
Wash me clean, I'm still struggling (ah, ah, ah)
Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be
Can't you see I'm struggling? (Ah, ah, ah)

Mmm-mhm
Mmm-mhm (ah-ah, ah)
Mmm-mhm
Mmm-mhm (ah-ah, ah)