Church On Sunday
Today is the first day of the restOf our livesTomorrow is too late to pretendEverything's alright nowI'm not getting any younger as longAs you don't get any olderI'm not going to state that yesterday never was
Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleepMaking your mascara bleedTears down your faceLeaving traces of my mistakes
(When I say)If I promise to go to church on SundayWill you go with me on Friday night?If you live with me, I'll die for youAnd this compromise
I hereby solemnly swear to tellThe whole truthAnd nothing but the truth is whatI'll ever hear from you now"Trust" is a dirty word that comesOnly from such a liarBut "respect" is something I will earn..If you have faith