It's Sunday
I won't go to church today
I haven't gone to church in a while
Because I miss the feeling of your body
In the seat next to mine

It's Sunday
I don't think I believe in God
I believed when I was with you
But you just kind of had that effect on me
From the seat next to mine

It's Sunday
I'll probably say some prayers
That you'd be like God and forgive me
I miss the person that warmed me
And the cold seat next to mine

It's Sunday
I shooed off the angel sent from heaven
She became the reason I lived and
That angel was a lovely companion
In the seat next to mine