Sunday

When you’re reaching for the sky
Do you ever wonder why
You always come up empty
But it’s still so tempting
It’s the same old story

Summers pass
You tell yourself you’re changing
Free at last, cause now you’re rearranging
All that was it hurts because
Sleepless nights
Remind you that you’re standing
Still between the jump
And where you’re landing
Sight and sound will lift you down

Fires bum for just one night
They only give off so much light
Do you really need that
Or are you trying to feed that
Hunger deep within you

You’ll never fill that space
Time cannot erase
The emptiness that makes you numb
Search for something real
Maybe then you’d feel the Son