Tyson Motsenbocker - Sunday Morning Lyrics

I chose all the right songs
Played all the right chords
Til the kids who still weren't singing Praised the Lord and the pastor yelled
About faith and hell
And I soundtracked his words for affect
And everyone cried and cried and cried
Everyone cried and cried and cried
And then we played kickball
Well is God just a feeling
You can use at your will?
Beat your heart inside the loving Pull the trigger when you kill
Well your promise of a new life Read closer to a warning
So I don't blame anyone for passing what gets sold on Sunday Morning
Adrian sighed aloud
Closed the door
Poured a high ball of Jamison
And opened her eyes some more
Asked did the Holy Spirit move?
I used to do those drugs too
But you can only come down that hard so often And I insisted we aren't all that way
And I know he hears me when I pray
And then we fought about Friedrich Neitsche
Well is God just a feeling That I use at my will
Like Elijah and his ravens Gideon in the hills
That promise of a new life
Read closer to a warning
So I don't blame anyone for passing What gets sold on Sunday morning
She woke at dawn
Put a thin dress on
And we walked to Saint Joseph's Cathedral She made a cross with her wrists
Said you know what I miss?
Being lost, and then being found
And we danced singing Gold Dust Woman

Making promises I knew I shouldn't
She said stop trying to rescue me I need more than a good feeling That's what you're offering