Sunday 歌詞

Nothing's sacred, the days are cheap Truth is thin on the ground Still our prophets are crucified Nobody believes we're stumbling It's Friday, but Sunday is coming Someone's saying a prayer tonight For hungry mouths to be filled Someone kneels in the dark somewhere And darkness is already crumbling It's Friday, but Sunday comes Sunday - Hallelujah - it's not so far, it's not so far away Sunday - Hallelujah - it's not so far, it's not so far away Broken promises, weary hearts But one promise remains: Crucified, he will come again It's Friday, but Sunday is coming It's Friday, but Sunday is coming Sunday…