Good morning, Sunday morning,
Want to go with me to the crowning?
Falling apart- and then together…
Do you think I could be saved?Take my hand, baby-
Do you think all this fog makes me gloomy?
Come to the church with me…
I do think it’s empty.
And I try to hold onto every word you say…
I try to find out how to make this okay.
But it’s hard when you’re not listening,
It’s hard when I’m alone and this fever is blistering.
This heartache you gave me,
Weighs on heavy like a fifty.
And baby, it’s hard when you’re not here,
It’s hard when you don’t care.
Oh, baby- answer me, could I be naïve?
Listening to things that I could never really believe.
It’s possible I could be making a problem again…
But I hope you know that listening to the devil is a sin.
And I try to hold onto every word you say…
I try to find out how to make this all okay.
But it’s hard when you’re not listening,
And it’s hard when I’m alone and this fever is blistering.