Sneaker Pimps - Wasted Early Sunday Morning

You're not the sun; it's just a light, Waking early Sunday morning. You're not my church; it's just the bells, Ringing sweetly through the house. And in this sense of mine, You're not an answer and I'm not this prayer. You're still in reach; I please myself, Wasting early Sunday morning, You're not my lead; you're just my help, Talk the edge off sheer denial. And in this state of mine, you're what I want, Nothing close to what I need; I breathe you in. Suit yourself; lose myself, Breaking early Sunday morning, You're not the sun; you're not my church; I still hold some self-control. But in this sense of mine, I'm still too high, Look no hands; I breathe you in.