Dana Fuchs Livin' On Sunday
LIVING ON SUNDAY
MY SKIN IS SOAKED BY THE RIVER RUSHING THROUGH ME THROAT IS DRY, LIKE A RAZOR STUCK INSIDE YESTERDAY I BEGGED A GOD TO MOVE ME I GOT SO HIGH IT HURTS TO CLOSE MY EYES
AND I WANT MORE THAN LIVING ON SOMEDAY BUT I’M NOT SURE HOW TO LIVE ANY OTHER WAY I WANT MORE, THAN LIVIN ON SUNDAY – I WANT MORE, I WANT MORE, I WANT MORE
SURE ENOUGH MORNING LIGHT CAME BLAZING LIKE THE HOLY GHOST MADE ME HIS CHOSEN ONE BUT I GOT UP TO NOTHING SO AMAZING JUST ANOTHER DAY WHEN NOTHING WOULD GET DONE
AND I WANT MORE, THAN LIVING ON SOMEDAY BUT I’M NOT SURE HOW TO LIVE ANY OTHER WAY I WANT MORE, THAN LIVING ON SUNDAY – I WANT MORE, I WANT MORE, I WANT MORE
WHAT’S THAT SMILE IN YOUR EYES STARING THROUGH ME IS IT A LIE THAT HURTS MY HEART TO NEED I WONDER WHAT IT WAS THAT USED TO MOVE ME IF I HADN’T LOST MY WAY OH WHERE WOULD I BE
AND I WANT MORE…
OH. I WANT MORE, THAN LIVING ON SOMEDAY BUT I’M NOT SURE NOW THAT I COULD LIVE ANY OTHER WAY I WANT MORE, THAN LIVING ON SUNDAY I WANT MORE, I WANT MORE, I WANT MORE
LORD I WANT MORE, THAN LIVING ON SOMEDAY I’M NOT SURE NOW HOW TO LIVE ANY OTHER WAY I WANT MORE, THAN LIVING ON SUNDAY I WANT MORE, I WANT MORE, I WANT MORE OH I WANT MORE, I WANT MORE, I WANT MORE YEAH YEAH I WANT MORE, I WANT MORE, I WANT MORE LORD I WANT MORE I WANT MORE I WANT MORE
