Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sunday , by - Tori Kelly. Song from the album Hiding Place, in the genre ПопRelease date: 13.09.2018
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Sunday |
| Ey yeah |
| Ah ey |
| When the world looks at me |
| I wonder what they see |
| Underneath these eyes |
| Oh, smiles masquerade as pain |
| Then grow up to be shame |
| And leave me with a lie |
| I know they, they don’t see my flaws |
| Or these hidden scars |
| And all the mess I made |
| Oh, so don’t, don’t let Sunday fool ya |
| Here’s my hallelujah |
| Every single day, I’m running to Your grace |
| Ey, ey, ey |
| I’m tired of this dirty heart |
| That keeps our worlds apart |
| I need Your loving fire |
| And even in these church clothes |
| I can’t dress up my soul |
| To be free is my desire |
| I’m so far from where they think I am |
| But when I raise my hands |
| I’m reaching out for life |
| Oh, so don’t, don’t let Sunday fool ya |
| Here’s my hallelujah |
| Every single day, I’m running to Your grace |
| I know they, they don’t see my flaws |
| Or these hidden scars |
| And all the mess I made |
| Oh, so don’t, don’t let Sunday fool ya |
| Here’s my hallelujah |
| Every single day, I’m running to Your grace |
| Running to Your grace |
| Ooh, I need it everyday |