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 breath you in   I breath you in   I breath you in   I breath you in   Suit yourself, lose myself   Breaking early Sunday morning   You're not in 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 breath you in   I breath you in   I breath you in   I breath you in