Lyrics Sunday - Tree63

Sunday

Nothing’s sacred, the days are cheap
Truth is thin on the ground
Still our prophets are crucified
Nobody believes we’re stumbling
It’s Friday, but Sunday is coming
Someone’s saying a prayer tonight
For hungry mouths to be filled
Someone kneels in the dark somewhere
And darkness is already crumbling
It’s Friday, but Sunday comes
Sunday — Hallelujah — it’s not so far, it’s not so far away
Sunday — Hallelujah — it’s not so far, it’s not so far away
Broken promises, weary hearts
But one promise remains:
Crucified, he will come again
It’s Friday, but Sunday is coming
It’s Friday, but Sunday is coming
Sunday — Hallelujah — it’s not so far, it’s not so far away
Sunday — Hallelujah — it’s not so far, it’s not so far away
And darkness is already crumbling
It’s Friday, but Sunday is coming
Yeah, it’s friday but Sunday is coming
Can you feel it: Here it comes
Sunday — Hallelujah — it’s not so far, it’s not so far away
Sunday — Hallelujah — it’s not so far, I’ll come where Heavens stays