Wasted Early Sunday Morning
Sneaker Pimps
Wasted Early Sunday Morning
You're not the Sun
It's just a light
Waking early Sunday morning
You're not my church
It's just the bells
Ringing sweetly through the house
And in this sense of mine
You're not an answer
And I am not this prayer
You're still in reach
I please myself
Wasting early Sunday morning
You're not my lead
You're just my help
Talk the edge off sheer denial
And in this state of mine
You're what I want
Nothing close to what I need
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
Suit yourself
Lose myself
Breaking early Sunday morning
You're not the Sun
You're not my church
I still hold some self-control
But in this sense of mine
I'm still too high
Look, no hands!
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
I breathe you in
No eres el Sol
Solo es una luz
Despertarse temprano en la mañana de Domingo
No eres mi religión
Solo son campanas
Resonando dulcemente por la casa
Y a mi parecer
No eres la respuesta
Todavía estas al alcance
Me complazco
Madrugada de Domingo Desperdiciada
No eres mi guía
Solo me ayudas
Hablando al borde de la pura negación
Y en mi estado
Eres lo que quiero
Ni de cerca a lo que necesito
Te inhalo
Te inhalo
Te inhalo
Te inhalo
Como quieras
Has que me pierda
Madrugada de Domingo Arruinada
No eres el Sol
No eres mi religión
Aún tengo algo de auto-control
Pero a mi parecer
Todavía estoy demasiado arriba
¡Mira, sin manos!
Te inhalo
Te inhalo
Te inhalo
Te inhalo
Te inhalo
