Sunday

If I don’t see the sun in winter
I’ll listen for Sunday’s bells
I don’t go in that house no more
It makes me feel unwell
But those sounds are religion to me
Those sounds are religion to me

If I don’t see the moon in Cancer
I’ll reach for my father’s coat
It brought him luck in ‘84
The year before I was born
The year before I was born

Well maybe I am lucky
Or maybe I am wise to put my trust in you
To keep you by my side
My heart is beating fast as time
That circles around you
That circles around you