Sunday Morning
Tyson Motsenbocker Lyrics

I chose all the right songs
I planned the music well

played all the right chords
I selected the music instrumental that matched the lyrics

Til the kids who still weren't singing Praised the Lord
Even children who were hesitant before began to join in the praise

and the pastor yelled about faith and hell
The preacher spoke passionately about faith and eternal damnation

and I soundtracked his words for affect
I used the music to enhance the impact of his preachings

And everyone cried and cried and cried
The experience was very emotional and people cried a lot

Well is God just a feeling
Is the belief in a deity merely an emotion?

You can use at your will?
Can a person choose when to feel religious?

Beat your heart inside the loving Pull the trigger when you kill
People use their devotion to religion as justification for both love and violence

Well your promise of a new life Read closer to a warning
Religious promises of salvation may have ominous undertones

So I don't blame anyone for passing what gets sold on Sunday Morning
I don't hold it against people who are skeptical of religious messages delivered on a Sunday morning

Adrian sighed aloud
Adrian let out a loud sigh

closed the door
Adrian closed the door behind them

poured a high ball of Jamison
Adrian poured themselves a stiff drink

and opened her eyes some more
Adrian became more alert and aware

Asked did the Holy Spirit move?
Adrian wondered if the Holy Spirit had inspired them

I used to do those drugs too
I also had a history of drug use

But you can only come down that hard so often
However, you can only experience a significant fall from grace so many times

And I insisted we aren't all that way
I argued that not everyone who experiences failure goes back to drug use

And I know he hears me when I pray
I feel confident that God listens to my prayers

And then we fought about Friedrich Neitsche
We began a heated argument about the philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche

She woke at dawn
She got up early in the morning

Put a thin dress on
She dressed lightly

And we walked to Saint Joseph's Cathedral
Together, we walked to St. Joseph's Cathedral

She made a cross with her wrists
She formed a cross with her hands and arms

Said you know what I miss?
She asked me if I knew what she missed

Being lost, and then being found
She missed the feeling of being lost to then find oneself again

And we danced singing Gold Dust Woman
We danced to the Fleetwood Mac song, "Gold Dust Woman"

making promises I knew I shouldn't
I made promises that were not reasonable

She said stop trying to rescue me
She told me to stop trying to save her

I need more than a good feeling
She wanted more than religious sentiments

That's what you're offering
She believed that I was only offering spirituality and nothing more