If you feel like Sunday morning turn from the devil tonight
If your house burns without a warning make like a phoenix and rise
For your ashes will turn to soft and sweet sunrises
If you feel like Sunday morning you might be searching for the light

If your nerves are past the breakdown slow down and look inside yourself
For the fear that’s there inside of you is planted so you won’t call for help
See I’ve been there. It’s a desert you don’t want to call your home
If your nerves are past a breakdown know that you’ll never be alone

How many sins must a man survive?
How many sins til he’s not alive?
How many sins must a man survive until he’s free?

For your past life is the past and present futures are in store
If you feel like Sunday morning you’ve found all the things you’re searching for

How many sins must a man survive?
How many sins til he’s not alive?
How many sins must a man survive until he’s free?