Sweet Sunday

[Verse 1]
Sweet Sunday, she always lives with conviction
In her way, she holds the world by a string
Sweet Sunday, she has a holy addiction
She won't say, but that's the whole of her being

[Verse 2]
Sweet Sunday, she's always losing her friendships
She'll be okay, but sadly misunderstood
Sweet Sunday, she's always losing religion
In some way, she's always searching for good

[Chorus]
She don't like to play the same ways that we
Played ourselves to know that, don't we?
Sunday says she'd rather be left alone
She don't need the things that we're craving
Edification from misbehaving
Sunday says she'd rather be kept alone