Sunday

On top those mountains as they cry
They're soaking up the sky
Sunday

A subtle river's flowing through
Never seen a night so blue
Sunday

Pours to the grounds where demons lurk
For breath in souls they search
Sunday

The roots of all their fears are drenched
Their thirst is briefly quenched
Sunday

Scrolling through the miles for life
Stormy Mondays always bright
Tryin’ to find the preacher's light
The rye is loud tonight

Sunday

Over the shadows a forest spills
A ghost over her hills
Sunday

Those hollow eyes leave not a spare
Of life within the air
Sunday

Deserted tracks please save the day
Eliminate this space
Someday

Shut out these sights, I'm afraid to breathe
New life between these leaves

Scrolling through the miles for life
Stormy Mondays always bright
Tryin’ to find the preacher's light
The rye is loud tonight

On top those mountains as they cry
They're soaking up the sky
Sunday

A subtle river's flowing through
Never seen a night so blue
Sunday

Scrolling through the miles for life
Stormy Mondays always bright
Tryin’ to find the preacher's light
The rye is loud tonight

On Sunday
On Sunday
Sunday