sundays Songtext
von Josiah Queen
sundays Songtext
I need You like the air that is in my lungs
That sustains my life
I need You like a deer, pants for the water
In a land that′s dry
There's a hunger in my soul
And in my heart, I know
If you only ate on Sundays
You would starve down to your bones (ooh)
If you drove your car on empty
You′d never make it home (ah)
I don't want to live a stagnant, lukewarm faith
When I got to give my heart with no restraints
My soul would waste away (oh)
If I only ate on Sundays
I was walking on the line
This world in the divine, but now I'm going in
I′m done standing on the side (oh)
You gave me all Your life, now I will give You mine
There′s a hunger in my soul
Oh, I need You more and more (ah)
I don't want to live a stagnant, lukewarm faith (ooh)
When I got to give my heart with no restraints
My soul would waste away (oh)
If I only ate on Sundays
That would be a waste
I don′t want my soul to starve away
Oh, Lord
There's a hunger in my soul
And in my heart, I know
That if you only ate on Sundays
You would starve down to your bones
If you drove your car on empty
You′d never make it home
I don't want to live a stagnant, lukewarm faith (ooh)
When I got to give my heart with no restraints
My soul would waste away (oh)
If I only ate on Sundays
That sustains my life
I need You like a deer, pants for the water
In a land that′s dry
There's a hunger in my soul
And in my heart, I know
If you only ate on Sundays
You would starve down to your bones (ooh)
If you drove your car on empty
You′d never make it home (ah)
I don't want to live a stagnant, lukewarm faith
When I got to give my heart with no restraints
My soul would waste away (oh)
If I only ate on Sundays
I was walking on the line
This world in the divine, but now I'm going in
I′m done standing on the side (oh)
You gave me all Your life, now I will give You mine
There′s a hunger in my soul
Oh, I need You more and more (ah)
I don't want to live a stagnant, lukewarm faith (ooh)
When I got to give my heart with no restraints
My soul would waste away (oh)
If I only ate on Sundays
That would be a waste
I don′t want my soul to starve away
Oh, Lord
There's a hunger in my soul
And in my heart, I know
That if you only ate on Sundays
You would starve down to your bones
If you drove your car on empty
You′d never make it home
I don't want to live a stagnant, lukewarm faith (ooh)
When I got to give my heart with no restraints
My soul would waste away (oh)
If I only ate on Sundays
Writer(s): Dylan Thomas, Josiah Queen, John Michael Howell, Zac Lawson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
