Sunday Morning

Sunday morning rain is falling

steal some covers share some skin

clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable

you twist to fit the mold that I am in

but things just get so crazy

living life gets hard to do

and I would gladly hit the road

get up and go if I knew

that someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I need

in darkness she is all I see

come and rest your bones with me

driving slow on sunday morning

and I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline

paint a picture with my hands

back and forth we sway

like branches in a storm

change the weather

still together when it ends

That may be all I need

in darkness she is all I see

come and rest your bones with me

driving slow on sunday morning

and I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy living

life gets hard to do

sunday morning rain is falling

and I'm calling out to you

singing someday

it'll bring me back to you

find a way to bring myself 

back home to you...

and you may not know

That may be all I need

in darkness she is all I see

come and rest your bones with me

driving slow on sunday morning

 and I never want to leave

I don't wanna be

I don't need to be anything other than a prision guard's son

I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son

I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in one

Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately

all I have to do is thing of me and have peace of mind

I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do

or who I'm supposed to be

I don't want to be anything other than me..

I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn

I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn

I'm surrounded by a identity crisis everywhere I turn

am I the only one to notice?

I can't be the only one who's learned

Can I have everyone's attention please

if you're not like this and that

you're gonna have to leave

I came from the mountain, the crust of creation

my whole situation made from clay, dust, stone

and now I'm telling everybody

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately

all I have to do is thing of me and have peace of mind

I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do

or who I'm supposed to be

I don't want to be anything other than me..

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