Lyrics Sundays - Tom Prior, Philip George

Sundays

She’s some vulcano
When she needs to let off steam
The truth is I know
She’s too good for me
I’m in my bed still lost at sea
Waves are rocking in my mind
That’s just what the drink does to me
Let myself go tonight
'Cause she says she’s got to let go
But I can’t get through Sundays
With Jesus alone
And I need her more than she could know
'Cause I can’t get through Sundays
With Jesus alone
Jesus alone
Jesus alone
Jesus alone
She had high hopes
But it took her so long to see
I’m not the hero
That she thought I’d be
She always knew when to say no
I never got that right
So deal me another, pour me another
Let myself go tonight
'Cause she says she’s got to let go
But I can’t get through Sundays
With Jesus alone
I need her more than she could know
'Cause I can’t get through Sundays
With Jesus alone
Jesus alone
Jesus alone
I’m doing my best to be somebody else
I know that you keep me safe from myself
No one else
It’s the slippery soap that I’m trying to climb
If you’re not around then I’m wasting my time
My lifeline
'Cause she says she’s got to let go
But I can’t get through Sundays
With Jesus alone
Jesus alone, oh no
Jesus alone, oh no
I can’t get through Sundays, oh no
Say I can’t get through Sundays, oh no
With Jesus alone