Sunday morning 10.00 a.m.
Feeling fragile and I don't know why
I didn't drink at all last night
But my head feels like it belongs to someone else

I wish that I could comprehend
What it is I can't explain
I don't know what's going on
But the blood is pounding through my brain
And it's Sunday morning 10.00 am
Sunday morning 10.00 am

There's no sanctuary for me
And I'm not convinced of this reality
Dreaming awake that I'm asleep
There's a vision before my eyes I cannot reach

I wish that I could comprehend
What it is I can't explain
I don't know what's going on
But the blood is pounding through my brain
And it's Sunday morning 10.00 am
Sunday morning 10.00 am

Now I try to read the words I write
But they make no sense, no sense at all
I suppose that it's meant to be
This poets words without a reason or rhyme

I wish that I could comprehend
What it is I can't explain
I don't know what's going on
But the blood is pounding through my brain
And it's Sunday morning 10.00 am
Sunday morning 10.00 am