Sunday Morning

My heart you are tearing apart
When tears like pearls
Fall like rain in my hands
On a Sunday morning
Who do you love?
You’re like a beautiful star
And I am a piece of trash
In your delicate arms
On a Sunday morning
Who do you love?
And now I am singing alone
On a Sunday morning
No, no, no
Tell me why I don’t like Sundays?
With a Judas kiss
I’ll let you go
No, no, no
Tell me where’s the love on Mondays
Shall we make a wish?
And then let go?
You love making a scene
And words like knives
Cut through layers of skin
On a Sunday morning
Who do you love?
And I am singing alone
On a Sunday morning
No, no, no
Tell me why I don’t like Sundays?
With a Judas kiss
I’ll let you go
No, no, no
Tell me where’s the love on Mondays
Shall we make a wish?
And then let go?